As she looked up, her eyes widened in surprise. Standing before her was the man from earlier, his expression a mix of concern and determination.
"You always tend to run off," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"And I refuse to let you run this time."
Lyra's breath caught in her throat, and she took a step back, her eyes darting around for an escape route. But the man's presence was commanding, and she felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"How is it you are everywhere?" Lyra asked, her voice trembling slightly. She quickly regained her composure, determined not to let her fear show.
Rylan stood before her, his presence commanding and enigmatic.
He had a way of appearing out of nowhere, and Lyra couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more about her than he let on.
His piercing eyes studied her, and a faint smile played on his lips.
