Lyra's POV
For a minute, I remained crouched outside the window, my eyes locked on the woman completely disguised as a man, doubling on her, unable to blink. My gaze trailed over the strands of golden blond hair sticking from under the hat, the warm amber. It was like I was looking at a mirror, staring at myself. It was really her—Liora—the version of me from this timeline.
But why was she gambling with Demonicus Hastings? Were they a thing?—I surveyed Demonicus' rough, dirty face, the stubble that knotted around his fleshy jaw, and the dark hair hosting tiny strips of mattings. Obviously, her taste wouldn't be so bad in men, I nodded gently to myself in confirmation. Besides, no matter what timeline, every version of me was fated to be with Draziel, even her.
A thought struck then, and my eyes snapped wider on Liora and Hastings. She was a thief too. They could be partners.
