"Look at me," Luca says.

He reaches out with his free hand and cups my chin, raising my eyes to his again. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you see."

I almost don't want to, it scares me so much. In his eyes I see a wild storm - and a promise that makes my toes curl. I try to look away again, but he won't let me.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Tell me, Emilia."

"It's nothing," I say, then decide to start over. "It's hard to explain. ...