ECHOES OF TRUTH
“I'm French, okay?”
“Oh, that explains a lot.” I narrowed my eyes and sat down on the rock again. Flynn was very handsome, but he wasn't my type; it was obvious that he was a womanizer. I sighed; maybe I shouldn't be judging people without knowing them. “Why are you alone? Where's Lyra?”
“I don't know; she ran off with a girl named Sana.” Flynn's eyes widened in surprise. He turned pale.
“Sana is back?”
“Yes,” I replied distantly, looking around. There were three hooded boys around the bonfire, but I was sure none of them were the ones I was looking for.