“Watchers take human form. They look like beautiful young women but the magic they can summon is powerful. It can be either as beautiful as they, themselves, or it can be twisted by Radix into something dark and sickly.”
“Dark magic?”
“If he is able to sway them to his cause.”
“Are you saying that is what I am?”
A Watcher? A sort of fallen angel?
There were many myths in Sourthern, a country rich in tales. Yet I’d never heard this one.
“You are a Watcher, yes.”
“You’re mistaken!” I stared at him in horrified disbelief.
Surely that was something I’d know.
I’d have seen some hint of that before coming to this bloody country! My befuddled expression was only broken when there was a fierce pounding at the door.
Mardichi groaned. Telling me, “One moment, I’ll let the bloody b
