Bab 30: Facing an impostor

But the boy was silent, like he heard no words from her lips at all. His neck curved low; he only looked down.

The whistling wind rustles the leaf around where they stood. Some twirled as the blow of wind passed them.

Then, he looked at her. His grimacing eyes stabbed Lilith’s.

Something odd in his eyes. It emanates an appearance far different from Stewt. Its face turned sour.

Although under the beaming light of the sun, his face was shadowed and darkened. His eyes were left gleaming, and he grinned. The ends of his lip raised and touched ear to ear.

Lilith drew back, it was not Stewt. Where is Stewt?

The wind whirled and after the silence, the boy was not where he stood. Not in her sight.

Her eyes danced frantically, trying to find his trace, even the beret he threw was gone too.