It wasn't like Parker had Tessa as his woman—nah, that wasn't it. But at the same time, he knew this wasn't their first meeting—if it had happened ever. Maybe she was even a goat or like he said; a waitress or anything at all.
Maybe not exactly her, but someone—something—that was her in a different thread of time. One of his eight lives, maybe even beyond that. There were deeper truths to time, loops within loops, cycles so massive that if Parker tried explaining them even to gods, their heads might explode.
Let alone Tessa, who, frankly, couldn't give less of a fuck.
The only reason he even thought about this was because, sooner or later, she'd be forced to dive through all these concepts of time.
Chronokinesis wasn't just about freezing time for a dramatic entrance. It meant dipping your fingers into the bigger picture, brushing up against forces that didn't give a fuck about logic or free will.
