Ankyra Sound Marigold

Reverie Daylily Medeiros. It felt wrong to hear it all put together like that; a forced joining of past and present. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that she would never have carried The Gilded Sea with her in such a way. But Reverie knew better than that. She knew herself.
And she knew him, somehow — intimately, if his casual knowledge of her was anything to go by. He'd promised something to her, but what? She studied him as if she might find the answer in his face, but all she found was an ache in her chest. Her heart was racing, she realized, and felt ashamed for some reason she could not name. What promise? Reverie whispered finally, waveringly, still standing in the water where she'd stopped. But she didn't think she really wanted to know.