"Nah, haven't heard from him," Avery said with a shrug. Lyra was probably right that maybe the immortals had ways of defending themselves. Maybe they had a mole in there, ready to throw everyone off the scent if they got too close. "He's probably got, like, god things going on."
He nudged Lyra with his arm and leaned his head closer. "Maybe there are children of the gods running things to keep everything secret," he said in a conspiratorial tone. He glanced down at her lips as he spoke, wanting to kiss her but not wanting to ask, and hoping she was just good at reading body language. "How good are you at keeping secrets?"