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“Now that you have no husband, I’m worried, beta.” I smiled faintly. “Nana, I swear to you, I’m fine. I’ll come visit.” Her face softened, but I could tell she didn’t quite believe me. Once she returned to cooking, I checked my phone, and froze. The feed was live, my heart began to pound. He was wearing it. Mr. Everhart had finally put on the wristwatch. The footage was shaky at first, jerky even, since the microcamera was hidden inside the crown of the watch, right between the ridges where the dial met the base. Every movement of his wrist made the camera tilt, showing me fragmented views of walls, shoes, and flashes of papers.

I should not do something foolish. When my butler noticed me, he just bowed and said, "Take care, Ma'am. Just press your watch if there's an emergency." I nodded and smiled at him. He knew I'd clear my thoughts, and he constantly reminded me to click the button on my watch in case of an emergency. He modified this watch, which is linked to his watch. If I press it, his watch will emit an alert and track my whereabouts. He made it so that we could both connect if I wanted to be alone.

Nelson warned loosing every evidence of smile on his face. “I don’t understand, Nelson. What do you mean?” Junior asked quite confused. “There is a small chip implanted in Amanda’s wrist watch as we speak. Someone is keeping her under watch.” Nelson explained but then he got a look on Junior’s face which told him that he was well aware of the situation. “You knew?” His angry eyes bulged, demanding response from his god-brother.

While watching one of the videos at home, they noticed something odd. “Why is that mean lady on TV again, pretending to be nice? I won’t forgive her for the way our classmates treated us!” Xander huffed indignantly. "Mommy, look!" Bella exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "The mean lady's wearing the new limited edition TechTime watch in every video, even though they're supposed to be from different years!" Passionate about technology, the twins had received the same watch as a gift from their loving grandparents, who made sure it was delivered on the day it was released.

My heart races in my chest as we enter the security room. "So... you're not going to like this." Bee tells me, she sits down in the chair, scrolling through footage. Rea sits on the desk, looking at me silently before looking away. Bee mumbles something before clicking on a video. She stares at it for a second before her eyes light up, showing that she recognizes the video. She presses play and rolls her chair back. I step in front of the screen, bending over the table and looking closely at the screen. In black and white I watch as Connor glances around by a vehicle.

"It was the last thing she bought before the car crash. Arthur wanted me to throw it away when I turned eighteen. He said a Sovereign shouldn't wear a watch that loses three seconds every week." "Your mother had good taste," Scarlett said softly, stepping into the closet beside him. She reached up, her fingers gently taking the watch from his palm and fastening the worn leather strap around his left wrist, her touch slow, deliberate, and entirely grounding. "A watch that loses time is a good reminder that the world doesn't always move according to a script."

The alarm on the watch beeped, alerting her. She turned over in her sleep, refusing to wake up. Due to the fact that it kept beeping continuously, she roused from her sleep. Not bothering to open her eyes, she fumbled blind to where Rojan had discarded the wristwatch earlier and clicked the stop button. Yawning widely, she found her way back to the saddle and snuggled back into his arms. It was 6 a.m. She knew because he had set the watch to that time before they left Sabine's house. So he could be able to keep track of the days that had gone by on this night planet. The Jaguar leader had also carried one on him.

Then he reached out and caressed Jared’s hair. “That is good,” he whispered. “She needs the rest. And so do you. Why are you awake?” Jared snorted softly. “I am bored out of my mind. I’ve been staring at the wall for an hour.” “That is called recovery,” Beck said dryly. “Well, I am tired of resting,” Jared said. He looked directly at Beck, his gaze intense. “Myla said the bastard escaped. How did a man shot twice slip through a whole police chase and our security?”