Lyra's POV
I plunged deeper, the cold water encasing me like a second skin as I hugged the bedrock of the river to hide from the man.
My lungs began to ache, warning me that I couldn't stay hidden forever.
More waiting seconds ticked to sustain torture before I was able to wait no more.
I decided to swim up for air. And then when I did, I saw his boots. He was still there, closer now.
"Ravenna," a familiar voice called.
My heart jumped. I knew that voice. I relaxed almost immediately, releasing a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Keto,” I said, blinking up at him. “I thought you were someone else.”
He stepped forward slightly, arms relaxed at his side, eyes watching me carefully. “You couldn’t pick my scent, could you?”
I shook my head, wiping water from my face. “Not
