Chapter 58. The Watcher

The Watcher

All these people make me queasy. It wasn’t my idea to do this at the party, but the girl forced my hand.

I scan the crowd, put on a charming smile, and try to stay in character, but my eyes dart around. I need to ensure everything goes according to plan, and for that, I have to know exactly where all the players in my chess game are positioned.

I can be a loner these days. Trauma does that to a person. You learn to keep people at a distance, letting only a few into your circle, and even then, they don’t really know the true you.

But tonight it’s good to see an old friend, if I can use that term loosely. And it’s perfect timing, as I’m handed exactly what I need to finish this once and for all.

I open the tower door, quiet as a mouse, closing it silently behind me.

It’s dark as night in here, but I know every stone in this house.

I could descend the staircase into the depths blindfolded.

Even so, I move slowly, one careful step at a time.

She won’t hear me coming, but there’s a good chance she can’t hear anything at all.

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