Titus sat down on the warm bench in the setting sunlight. He waited until Jenna sat down on the other end before he spoke.

“So, who are you?” Titus asked Jenna, dropping all pretense of her actually being who she said she was.

“What do you mean?” she asked smugly, intentionally feigning innocence.

“Yeah, who are you?” Shade demanded in a little too abrupt manner, which led Titus to question whether he had noticed anything wrong at all.

Really, she’s going to make me figure it out? Titus thought, annoyed.

“Maybe I will. You with your limited intellect could never figure out who I am,” the creature wearing Jenna’s appearance said.

She’s psychic, Titus realized a second too late.