"Look Lucy, behind you, a wyvern is coming!"
I shouted it with all the force in my lungs, my voice cutting through the thin mountain air, sharp and urgent, the kind of shout meant to make someone turn without thinking. The wind carried my words and tossed them back at me, and for a brief second I almost believed the lie myself.
Lucy didn't even flinch.
She simply smiled, slow and calm, the kind of smile that made my skin prickle. She didn't turn her head. She didn't reach for a weapon. She didn't even blink.
Instead, she said lightly, "Do you think I would fall for such a childish trick, Ragnar?"
Her voice was smooth, amused, and far too confident. That smile on her lips told me everything. She had seen through me from the start.
"I know you won't," I shouted back, pushing my words forward before doubt could catch me, "but at least your attention slipped!"
