Lyra’s pov

If Hunter was her and wanted to see me, then I wouldn't hide anywhere.

"Don't do this, I can always tell him you're not here, you don't need to give yourself up," Bera George said, and I clenched my fist. He was right, but would it amount to anything? If I hid, I was tired of running. Maybe I wanted to face Hunter, and I wanted more than anything to hear what he had to say, as if as a clue, a loud voice roared through the environment.

"Lyra... I know you're in there!" he roared, ...