You see, Watcher, I'm not stupid enough to think you really want me to fail.
If the man before him was who the Watcher said he was … "I have a right to know," Jonny said less forcefully.
The Watcher had been up front with him about the mission, which meant there was much more than the immortal creature was saying.
"Whatever it takes," the Watcher said, as if hearing the words, too.
She closed her eyes, suddenly remembering where she'd seen the Watcher over fifteen years ago, in Jonny's hospital room.
"Chosen is the wrong word," the Watcher said.
"What mortal doesn't fear death?" the Watcher asked, his brow furrowing.
"I tried to call you, but you didn't answer," the Watcher said.
"We destroyed all the records predating the Schism, but I thought you might want to know something about her," the Watcher offered.
"No, it wouldn't," the Watcher said in a tone more subdued than any she'd heard.
The rain didn't touch the Watcher, and Jule crossed his arms.
"I'm glad you ask," the Watcher said, his gaze darkening.
"My own little mini-Watcher," Damian said, holding out his hand to her.
When she'd gone, the Watcher placed a hand on Jonny's forehead.
A Watcher appearing in his kitchen was the worst sign of impending doom yet.
"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.
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.
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.
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 Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
"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.
The Watcher all but spat the words.
Whatever this Watcher was planning, it wasn't good.
The Watcher lingered for a moment.
"A powerful innocent," the Watcher corrected him.
The Watcher didn't look happy.
"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.
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.
He ignored the irritated Watcher and shrugged deeper into his blanket.
"The Others …" The Watcher drew a deep breath.
He kicked himself mentally for not thinking before he made any sort of pact with the Watcher, even one that seemed so straightforward, until he met his target and realized she was an innocent caught in the crossfire.
"You're right," the Watcher said.
The Watcher had sent an immortal after the woman, all right.
The Watcher was silent.