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Marcus, with his glass of whiskey by the window, looking like a man who sleep had eluded for years. It is still dark and he is still in the chair across the room. Not moving, just watching me. Not pretending to be doing anything else. Just watching me with an expression I have never seen on his face before — open and unguarded and something close to aching. I stare back. He doesn’t turn away. We don’t talk. We don’t move. Neither of us breaks this moment, which separates us like something that could crack easy.

I took a seat at the table, writing down thoughts and ideas on various watch strategies-something we could propose to the council next week. With new information coming in every other day from different watch stations, it's a constant endeavor for the Warriors and Fighters to stay one step ahead of the demons. Determining where they've been previously spotted, the number of sightings, and the possibility of battle breaking out at any moment, the process can be overwhelming.

She told me that she was and that she couldn't wait to celebrate with the pack. "I want us to talk, Sarah." I said, glancing at my wrist watch. My wrist watch was a sleek and stylish timepiece, the perfect accessory for a powerful Alpha like me. It was made of high-quality stainless steel, with a silver band that glimmered in the light. The face of the watch was black, with bold white numerals that stood out against the dark background. The hands were also white, making it easy to read the time at a glance. As the stylists left, I turned to Liaand I said, "I want us to talk."

I've got stuff to do anyway. Unknown pov As I watch her leave her father's house, she doesn't realize she's being watched. Damn,this is going to be fun.

Oliver warned. Raymond look at what he grabed , it was his wristwatch- Philippe Patek . he immediately put it on then sit back trying to calm down. “Don’t you discuss money as though it is something you know anything about? How much do you think Oliver and I made or Lucas spends on his gambling why we are sitting here discussing your pathetic hourly wages?” as he picked up his fountain pen and threw at him. He aimed for the man’s eyes but missed. Lucas went to pick up the pen. “wow. I can probably use this for my gambling” he said jokingly, referring to the Mont Blanc fountain pen.

That was not what caught my attention. I stood up slowly letting go of my fathers hand as my eyes moved down the machines that were checking his vitals. There was a shiny black disc stuck to the side of the main machine it was no larger than a coin. There was a red light blinking on it every three seconds. It was a high-definition camera. I felt like I had been punched in the chest it took my breath away. Julian was not just tracking the Maybach. He was not just relying on Sarah to tell him what was happening. He was there in that room watching us on his screens.

The air-conditioner in the room felt unusually high today, and Scarlett had not even the slightest idea if it was because she was tired or her body was simply sensitive to every damn thing. She raised her wrist to her gaze and her eyes scanned the watch on her wrist. Their flight back to Las Vegas was in an hour and thirty minutes and yet, she had no idea what her boss was still discussing with the investors. Her eyes still settled on Kingsley, watching as his fingers tapped on the long ceramic table lightly, quietly listening to the men's long talk. Just from a glance, Scarlett could tell whatever deal this was all about wasn't going to fall through.

On New Year's Eve, she stayed in Marcus's room to keep him company and did not come home all night. At his son's parent-teacher meeting, she and Marcus attended together like a loving couple. Even when she traveled for work, she forgot to buy me a gift but remembered Marcus's measurements and bought him a suit. Whenever I questioned her even slightly, she accused me of having a dirty mind and insisted she was only taking normal care of him. A few days ago, I saw the purchase record for that fifty-two-thousand-dollar watch. I thought she had finally thought of me. Instead, reality slapped me hard across the face.

To be honest, I had seen it so often that it didn't surprise me anymore. Sure enough, Hailey started listing my crimes. "All I did was give him a watch. How dare you threaten him? Apologize to him right now, or I'm going to demote you!" Without waiting for my response, she dialed Jaxon's number and put the call on speaker. I could barely say a word before he started his wounded act. "I'm the one who should apologize, Ms. Miller. I shouldn't have accepted your gift if it was going to make Mr. Chase so mad. I'll return the watch. Please just tell Mr. Chase to stop targeting me at work."