Spencer Steele had hidden himself for half a day.
She guessed that the pursuer must have left by now, and that was when she struggled to crawl out of the mud pit.
But just as she emerged, she was stunned.
Sitting cross-legged on a rock not far ahead was a youth, who was quietly watching her.
He was clearly there, yet she couldn't sense his presence at all, as if he was just a rock, devoid of any signs of life.
Spencer's hair stood on end. Had she been discovered all along?
But if he had discovered her, why didn't he just pull her out directly?
Was this like a cat playing with a caught mouse?
No, that's not right!
The youth in front of her wasn't among the previous pursuers. In his eyes, there was sympathy and appreciation, but no malice.
Who was he?
