Triplets

I held my breath, my gaze locked onto the boy. Just as Peter had described, he appeared somewhat fragile, his slender frame swallowed by oversized clothing that hinted at a delicate nature. But that face—oh my god, it was strikingly identical to Neil’s! The familiarity hit me like a bolt, flooding my mind with memories. The only difference lay in his eyes. Unlike Neil’s gentle and innocent gaze, this boy’s eyes radiated a fierce determination and defiance. Even under Peter’s control, there was no hint of submission in his look. That gaze told me that unless he had been subdued by some means, he wouldn’t easily reveal any secrets to us.

A tense atmosphere hung in the air, my palms growing slightly sweaty as my heart raced. Harry noticed my reaction and quietly moved closer, whispering in my ear, “Is he really looked like that?” His tone carried a hint of disbelief, as if he, too, was struggling to comprehend the startling resemblance between the boy before us and Neil.

I nodded softly,