LYRA'S POV
It has begun to rain, just like I feared, because I wasn't planning on fencing with Kymon in these gears.
Heidi, who's still recovering from the shock of her defeat, spins around to look at me. Her eyes are blazing with anger and surprise.
"You used your gifts, didn't you? You must have cheated!" she accuses, breathing heavily.
Clearly, she doesn't know how to take defeat. Just like I had guessed, she'd start off aggressively, which is never anyone's fortune. Then all I needed was to tease her nerves and trust that she'd make mistakes because she's being emotional rather than logical.
I glance at Kymon, who's heading toward us. It's just drizzling, but the rainwater has already managed to soak into his dark hair, making it sleep over his face.
Maybe he was right—I would have known what Bryn was up to if I had been more logical.
"Yes, I used my gift." I look back at her with a small smile. "I mean, not everyone is gifted with intelligence."
