I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Arryn half submerged and leaning against the rocky edge of the springs partway down the length of the cavern. I make my way over to her, not trying to hide the sounds of my footsteps. There’s no one in here aside from us—something else I’m grateful for.

“I had a feeling you might come.”

Her eyes are closed, her head leaning back against the edge. She didn’t even check to see who was approaching, as if she already knew.

“If that’s the case,” I say, lowering my clothes and towel to the floor and sliding into the water beside her, “then you know why I’m here.”

She opens one eye and looks at me sideways before closing it again. “I don’t have the answer you want.”

“He said your name, Arryn.”

And there it is. The thing that’s been bothering me ever since Riley regained consciousness. He might have shoved Arryn away in his disorientation, but once he focused, there was wonder in his voice when he spoke her name.

“He said yours, too, Lyss,” she returns, unfazed. “Maybe he thinks he’s my brother as well.”

“This isn’t funny.”

This time she opens both eyes and looks at me squarely. “Does it look like I’m laughing?”

No, she seems completely serious. Her face open, honest.

“Tell me the truth, Arryn. How did he know your name?”

“How did he know yours? You seem certain that you’re not related to him, so assuming you’re right, how does he know you?” Her dark gaze remains focused on me. “If you can’t answer that, how do you expect me to have an answer? How am I supposed to know how he knows my name?”

I push away from the wall until I’m deep enough to tread water. The temperature is perfect, almost verging on too warm, but it’s easing my strained muscles and frustrated mind. I was telling the truth when I told Cami that the springs are the perfect place to relax. The problem is, they’re not offering me any answers.

I move back into shallower water and ask Arryn, point-blank, “Have you ever seen him before today?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

I blink, shocked.

But then she goes on, “At Luna Park. Remember?”

Her tone implies that she’s concerned for my sanity, and I’m not sure I blame her. I close my eyes and rub my temple, trying to untangle the mess in my brain. When we returned from the park, Kael suggested that Riley might have known my name because he was hiding in the shadows and heard someone say it. That could be the same for Arryn. This might just be some kind of con, an attempt to catch us off guard for whatever reason.