Chapter 5 – Part 19


All around them, dead leaves danced and spun into the air, then scuttled across the woodland floor. Where had that come from so quickly?

“So what’s the color of your Thief?” asked George and laughed.

“Gray,” snapped Diane. But her eyes flashed in alarm and soon widened in surprise.

George, along with his laughter, suddenly vanished into the air, leaving no trace or hint of him whatsoever.