“Oh, really? What about them—right over there!” I gesture past his shoulder and go on to describe the group of people who’ve spread a blanket near thebassinso they can enjoy a nice picnic on a beautiful spring day. One of them I easily recognize as Marie Antoinette.
Only just after I say it, I realize it’s not spring.
It’s not daytime.
This is nearly thirty years before Marie becomes queen.
Also, the ground beneath my feet is trembling ever so slightly. The only reasons the lights aren’t blinking off is because there is no electricity in 1745.
“Wow.” Killian’s voice snaps me back to the present, or at least this version of the present. “I didn’t see that one coming. Does Arthur know about your gift?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me with renewed interest.
“My…what?” My voice cracks, making me sound as shaky on the outside as I feel on the inside.
“Your ability to see through time."