The road opened into the willow-ringed pond, sunlight spilling across the glassy water.
Luca's reins slackened in his grip, his breath faltering as warmth spread through his chest like a ripple in the pond itself. His gaze lingered—too long, too intently—on the curve of the trees, the shimmer of koi beneath the surface.
"This place…" he murmured, voice hoarse without meaning to.
Vincent's eyes flicked toward him. "What? Don't tell me you don't remember this place now."
Luca blinked, lips parting but no answer coming out. What's he saying? Did the 'real' Luca have memories here? Then… Why am I, all of a sudden feeling something stir?
Before he could think further, Aurelia nudged him gently with her elbow, her crimson hair brushing against his shoulder. "Well? What's so special about it? Tell me." Her amethyst eyes searched his with open curiosity.
