LIORA’S POV
I jerked backward, trying to put more distance between myself and where Darren’s voice was coming from.
My weight landed squarely on my injured ankle.
A squeal of pain escaped before I could stop it, the sound cutting through the quiet morning like a knife.
Lucas shot me a look that could have melted stone. Behind him, I heard Darren’s footsteps quicken.
“Liora?” Darren rounded the pavilion, his eyes widening when he saw me. “What are you doing here? And why are you with my father?”
My mouth opened but no words came out. My mind raced, trying to construct a believable explanation.
“I found her attempting to walk on an injured ankle,” Lucas said smoothly before I could fumble through a response. “She was heading toward the physician’s tent but clearly in too much pain to
