CHAPTER TEN
Though Beams had never seen Bolt without his mask on, there was no mistaking the young man kneeling on the stage for anyone else. He had the same brown hair, even done in the same style, and his body’s build was practically an exact replica of Bolt’s. His eyes—which were green rather than brown—were different, but other than that, he looked just like Bolt.
Surprised and horrified gasps came from the assembled crowd. Lauren’s grip on Beams’ arm became as tight as a vice grip, which Beams would have complained about, but he was so taken aback by this revelation that all he could do was stare uncomprehendingly up at the stage.
“Is that Bolt?” said Beams. He looked at Lauren. “But I thought he was dead in this universe.”
“He is,” said Lauren, her voice barely more than a whispe
