LIORA’S POV
“Liora.”
The voice sounded muffled, distant, like it was coming from the other side of a thick wall.
“Liora!”
More insistent now but Closer.
I felt something warm press against my mouth, forcing air into my lungs. My chest expanded painfully, water rushing up my throat.
I sputtered violently, coughing up what felt like half the river. My eyes flew open, and through the blur of water and tears, I saw him.
Lucas.
His face was inches from mine, his eyes filled with concentration as he breathed into my mouth again. His hands pressed against my chest, rhythmic and firm.
I gasped, sucking in air that burned like fire. More water came up, and I turned my head to the side, retching onto the riverbank.
“That’s it,” Lucas said, his voice rough. “Breathe.”
I collapsed back aga
