Page 15 of Corrupted By the Shadow King (Hope Runs Deep #3)

Watcher

I follow them to the cafeteria, and I have to say, when I hear he is injured, I smile.

Neither one has any idea that I am behind them, following closely.

I can take both of them out, but I don’t.

I need to wait for the perfect opportunity before I strike.

Today is not the day. There are too many witnesses, and I am not prepared.

My prey will learn what it means to work against us. I cannot let them escape.

I join them in line, listening, waiting, gathering information as I blend in with my surroundings. Most people do not realize I’m there unless I want them to see me. I learned that skill as a child, and it has come in handy more than once. They will not escape again.

When they sit down, I am unable to sit close to them, so I choose a table in the corner and watch them.

They talk non-stop, barely remembering to eat and laughing a lot, and when they are done, they get up and leave.

I follow, but before I can get too close, his man intercepts him.

He bends down to kiss her briefly and then leaves.

She touches her lips and smiles, and she is swallowed up by a crowd of people.

When the sea of bodies parts, she is gone.