Lyanna’s POV

I watched as his face contorted with suspicion while he looked at me, and I wondered if he could tell from the seething rage piling in me that I wasn’t Lyanna.

“What’s wrong, Eldric?” I called, acting coy, but he just stood there staring, and I found myself slipping out of character because I suddenly wasn’t confident in my act.

“You’re not Lyanna,” he said as a matter of fact, and my fake smile slipped.

Oh, I got caught.

How was he so observant? We had the ...