"I generally write the truth in my chronicles, for historians should not lie, though sometimes they misinform." I'm back in the twenty-first century, but it looks like my old life has dissolved. My cousin isn't talking to me, Joel's forsaking the mere idea of Teutonic magic, and Hans-my former crush-doubts my faith since I explored the dark path during my travels. Sure, maybe I offered my heart to a demon's servant, but that doesn't change anything about who I am. Right? Now I'm torn between a sizzling urge to run back to my past lover Augustin and a loathsome destiny that pulls me toward a fated mate. My people expect me to ascend as an elegant matron, but I haven't finished college yet. And it's not like I can broadcast the fact that I spent twenty years in the eleventh century. Time travel brought about my people's destruction once, and I can't let that happen again. It'd be a lot easier to just spurn my duties and flee to my medieval lover. But this fated mate thing is breathing down my neck, scratching at my peace-and Augustin claims our destinies are separate now. My heart isn't ready for this.
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