Chapter 10 Watchman, Watch Watch

• CYRUS’ Point of view. The next few days passed by in a blur, with Stephen being hardly present. He had taken up a new challenge; showing Baekalis around town. Of course, I did not think it was a good idea, but it was not like I could dictate her every movement. She wasn't mine.
• Thomas had been thrilled to find out that his child was still alive, and perfectly fine — one of them at least. He had insisted on seeing her after I filled him in on the whole kidnapping thing and Nightshade, but I had stopped him obviously, making sure to remind him that Baekalis didn't even know about the supernatural until a while ago. It would overwhelm her, and I don't think that was what we needed right now.
• I sighed tiredly, twirling the glass in my hand lazily, watching as its contents — whiskey and just the right amount of ice cubes — sloshed around, clanking against the corners of the tumbler and making noise that resonated around the otherwise silent atmosphere.