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He yelled, catching the watch mid air,” This is a customized G-Diamond watch, you won't throw it like that” “Perhaps the watch is the reason why your vision is operating in slow motion because this watch was staring at you right in the eye and you did not see it” “You are the most infuriating woman I have ever met,” he muttered under his breath. “Thank you, No thanks” I deadpanned. He turned to face me fully. “Why are you doing this? Are you really not going to follow me for this party?”

The man frowned. "Why?" "Because tomorrow..." "...the courtroom will do more damage than bullets ever could." He ended the transmission. The watcher disappeared into the Manhattan crowd. Unseen. Waiting. For the first move

"I hope I haven't done anything wrong, you've done the exact opposite. You've been efficient, discreet and loyal” A genuine smile spread across her face. "Thank you, sir." "I don't hand out compliments often, so don't let it get to your head." She laughed. "I won't.” I unfastened my wristwatch and placed it on the desk between us. "I want this fitted with a miniature recording device before tomorrow..I want every word of the conversation I'll have with Dennis tomorrow preserved.” She picked up the watch carefully. "I can have it modified tonight." "Good."

The Watcher: "It is not your alertness I doubt. It is the lack of honor in others. I am dispatching a private carriage. It will be waiting by the tavern gates at eleven-thirty. I will send you the sigil and the driver’s frequency." Emily: "No... you mustn't. I can manage the sled." The Watcher: "I must... I must safeguard what is mine." I stared at the runes until they blurred. I must safeguard what is mine. My heart fluttered with the primal thrill of belonging to him—to a wolf so formidable, so protective, and so deeply kind.

On the podium, the thunderous applause and the crowd’s admiring eyes filled Stephen with satisfaction. “I won this time, Ethan.” Although he had destroyed their families, they still applauded him. Thinking Ethan had probably never experienced that kind of applause, Stephen even wanted to record the scene and show it to Ethan, who would surely be furious when he saw it. Just then, a vehicle with loudspeakers slowly passed by outside, and a deafening voice sounded. “Howard Green, I’ll give you money and weapons, so come to Seaside City immediately and stabilize the situation! Just tell me how much money and weapons you need. If you work with me, I’ll clear your name.”

“You’re the one who took a few hundred thousand dollars from me, and now, you’re saying I owe you money? Give up! You’re not getting a single cent from me!” His ex just sneered and sat down in front of the restaurant, as if she was not going to leave until she fulfilled her goal. Over the next three days, our business was bad. Just when Charles was about to give up, the security guards I hired finally arrived. They acted quickly and chased her away like a stray dog. Yet when she was about to leave with her tail between her legs, Hedgar showed up. The dishevelled woman immediately became energized. “Well, well, if it isn’t Hedgar Stane.”

They sat there looking innocent, like they hadn't just exposed my complete inability to do anything in moderation. "Okay," I said. "Let's think about this logically. The notebook is personal. It's from me, specifically. I'm going to write something inside that only I could write. Something he can keep and read when he needs to remember that I'm not actually a complete disaster." "And the watch?" "The watch is... him. It's steady, reliable, and quietly present. Like he is, it's the thing he'll wear every day without thinking about it, but he'll notice if it's not there."

They assured my parents that they kept my knowledge of the situation away from Zeta-Force, so there was that at least. Dad gifted me a special watch to wear because there was no telling if people would seek retribution over Coach, especially Principal Summers, his wife. The watch was a silent alarm that would alert Dad to an emergency if I pressed the center of it down three times fast. It was actually a pretty cool gift. It was one I hoped I would never have to use but would without hesitation if I had to. I had no delusions about people being pissed off with quitting the team. Not my fault that they sucked in the first damn place.

The pain keeps me from going any further and I have to catch my breath to stop from crying out. Dear God, am I dying? Am I dead? Suddenly, everything comes rushing back. Zack kept me from slamming through the car windshield. At the time I felt no pain, but that has to be it. "We have to send her back, Master," the Watchman says. "If she is captured, they will kill her!" He stops, as if just realizing his words are echoing. His voice goes into a whisper, "I cannot bear that." Wait...did he just call my brother, "Master?"

“They must’ve put the gas in the carriage before we left Nivel.” “What?” Gidon exclaimed. “You’re telling me they planned this all the way back in the village?” “Yes,” I interjected, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. “And if that’s true, Nivel isn’t safe anymore.” The boss turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Do you want to go back?” he asked. “No!” The word escaped me like a shout, startling everyone. “I’m becoming a Watcher. Nothing—not them, not anyone—will stop me.”