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I blinked as a ray of sunlight came through the window. My eyes not yet fully open, my right hand reached for the gadget on the nightstand, fingering it lightly to see the time. When the flat black object was successfully grasped in my hand, I saw that it was exactly 6:15 am. It was still too early for me to get up. I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast.

Nicholas added, glancing at me with a small smile, "it’s not so bad out here. Kind of peaceful, don’t you think?" I raised an eyebrow. "Peaceful until we’re ambushed, you mean." He laughed softly, the sound cutting through the tension like a warm knife. "Fair point." Alex finally spoke, his voice cutting through the night like a blade. "We need a watch schedule. If they’re going to attack, it’ll be late when we’re least expecting it." "Good idea," Nicholas said quickly. "Stephanie, you’ll take the first watch with me. Aiden and Alex can take the second."

The tiny light flickered three times. Paused. Then twice. Then once. A pattern. Not chance. Communication. Noah was already writing furiously. Naturally. The rest of us watched the darkness. Waiting. The signal repeated. Three. Two. One. The same rhythm. The same sequence. Again. And again. Mira closed her eyes. A single tear slipped down her cheek. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "It's a Watchkeeper's call." The forgotten road glowed faintly beneath us.

The stars above a blinding array of colour and pale bright light, the very sight of it stole my breath. They were an audience, come witness my vengeance. I suspected they’ve witness a great deal atrocities over their long lives and would witness a great many more. But tonight I felt they had come to watch mine, to see me spill blood in the name of justice. To watch as I righted the wrongs committed against me, to watch me burn that town liars and fakes to the ground.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Someone to Watch Over Me (The Thorntons Book 5) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of

Everything had to go according to plan. My senses were razor-sharp. I could hear every leaf crunching under my wolves’ feet, the faint rustling of the wind in the trees around us. But there was something else… a presence. Someone was watching us—I could feel it. I moved forward, signaling Nick to continue while I investigated. I followed my instincts until I found what I was looking for. One of the kidnappers’ henchmen, hidden, waiting to ambush us—his eyes glowing with a hatred I recognized instantly.

He would not watch me empty myself a second time if he could prevent it. Night settled fully. The watches reported clear ground through the first rotations. No mist rose. No horns sounded. Only the knowledge that the courts were already moving in the lower country, measuring the mountain, and choosing the moment of their next strike. I slept near the central fire with the light resting under my ribs in a continuous low presence. Once during the dark hours I woke and reached for it. The glow answered at once, soft and steady. I released it without shaping a shield and slept again.

But as the light faded, I felt a new weight in my stone chest. Not the deletion. Not the stone. A heartbeat. Slow. Heavy. And human. Ryan fell back, his bionic arm sparking. "Impossible. The code... it was locked by the lunar orbit." "The moon doesn't own the King," Leo growled, standing over Ryan with the broken tablet in his hand. But on the horizon, a new signal flared—a black icon, colder and more ancient than Ryan’s logic. The Watchers weren't auditing anymore. They were arriving.

He looked at me and said, "I've called the cops. I guess they'll be here in half an hour. I'll protect you in the meantime. "The second ward has reinforced doors and windows installed due to an incident, so the killer can't barge in that easily. There's a small bedroom with a partition inside. Go and get some sleep. I'll keep watch outside." I nodded and took up on his offer. I was exhausted after the entire ordeal. I lay in bed, feeling well assured. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I noticed a gold bookmark poking out from the drawers of the nightstand. I hesitated a moment before pulling the drawer out. The small drawer was filled with assorted love letters.

She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow. Glancing down at the glowing face of her wristwatch, she realized it was already past seven in the evening. A quiet sigh escaped her lips. It was time to get ready for her shift. Yes, she had a regular job, despite the fact that she was only seventeen years old and technically a minor.