When she'd gone, the Watcher placed a hand on Jonny's forehead.
"I tried to call you, but you didn't answer," the Watcher said.
A Watcher appearing in his kitchen was the worst sign of impending doom yet.
"We destroyed all the records predating the Schism, but I thought you might want to know something about her," the Watcher offered.
"She's an exceptionally powerful healer, the kind that haven't been seen since before the Schism," the Watcher explained.
"I texted you my email address in case you want to email," the Watcher said and held up his phone.
The Watcher had called those helping Talon the Others.
"You sound like the Watcher," he said warily.
"It's an interesting time to be here," the Watcher said.
"There's a way Talon could," the Watcher replied.
If he were to be here, the chain of events set to occur would change, and not for the better, the Watcher interjected.
"Whatever it takes," the Watcher said, as if hearing the words, too.
When he looked up, the Watcher was gone.
And if what the Watcher said was true, Darian would probably be the only one left standing at the end of the weekend.
She closed her eyes, suddenly remembering where she'd seen the Watcher over fifteen years ago, in Jonny's hospital room.
Warn him about the Other, the Watcher instructed her.
He came to me when I was a little girl, and the Watcher ran him off.
If the man before him was who the Watcher said he was … "I have a right to know," Jonny said less forcefully.
"No, it wouldn't," the Watcher said in a tone more subdued than any she'd heard.
"You know what I can do, Watcher," the Black God warned.
"There must be a Black God," the Watcher said.
The Watcher looked at her.
"Whatever the Watcher did to keep us there is preventing me from going back," Damian said with a frown.
The rain didn't touch the Watcher, and Jule crossed his arms.
The Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
"Chosen is the wrong word," the Watcher said.
"I'd rather someone else take this on, but you're my only option," the Watcher said in plain distaste.
You know well enough what the Others will do in the human realm, the Watcher said.
"I'm glad you ask," the Watcher said, his gaze darkening.
"What mortal doesn't fear death?" the Watcher asked, his brow furrowing.
You see, Watcher, I'm not stupid enough to think you really want me to fail.
The Watcher all but spat the words.
A Watcher was stronger than any Guardian in the mortal realm, except for Damian, and more powerful than any immortal in the immortal realm, except for an Original Being.
Whatever this Watcher was planning, it wasn't good.
The Watcher lingered for a moment.
The Watcher had been up front with him about the mission, which meant there was much more than the immortal creature was saying.
He needed to contact Damian, the White God, above all, and share what the Watcher had told him.
The Watcher wanted her dead, and yet, Watchers couldn't always be trusted to tell their true intentions.
Again he felt more was going on than the damn Watcher let on.
He'd nearly reached the end of the alley when the hair on the back of his neck rose like it did when a Watcher was present, only this was no Watcher.
Suddenly, he understood why the Watcher couldn't find her.
She wasn't the threat the Watcher made her out to be.
"A powerful innocent," the Watcher corrected him.
The Watcher didn't look happy.
"My own little mini-Watcher," Damian said, holding out his hand to her.
"We can't track them in the mortal realm," the Watcher said.
"Thank you, ikir," the Watcher said.
Satisfied it was getting what it wanted, the Watcher left him alone.