Chapter Thirty-Five 

There was no way James had been wearing the ring. She would have noticed it immediately. It was the same ring she'd found in the ruins at Falconburg Castle. Was it possible? Did the ring bring her back? Because when she arrived in the past, it was gone. And now here it was. When did James start wearing it? It was incredibly important she know the answer.

Melinda felt itchy all over. She could hear voices again. Rainbow-colored flashes of light obscured her vision.

And she knew. In this moment she was faced with a choice: stay here in the past with James and Lucy or go back to her own time and her sister Charlotte.

Where was her future? James had kissed her many times, but hadn't said those three little important words. Such small words.

Eight letters in all.

Yet they meant more than an ocean of words. If she stayed she'd be saying goodbye to Charlotte forever, leaving her sister alone. Melinda loved James. With all her heart. If he didn't love her and she stayed…

She would have Lucy, but would it be enough to balance the loss she would feel every time she saw a man with dark hair? If she went back…she would have Charlotte but lose James and Lucy.

The voices were louder, insistent. Melinda's lungs seemed to be constricting. It was hard to breathe. She had to make a decision or the voices would make it for her.

Melinda closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and made the only choice she could.