Author: AJ Eversley
Genre: YA Dystopian Sci-Fi
Editor: Q Books Editing
Cover Designer: Cover Art by Salome Totladze
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Sawyer has been a Watcher. Sheâs been a Carbon. Now she must become their Savior.
With the inevitable return of Coleman looming, Sawyer knows their army is not enough. On a journey to convince an ally to join their war, Sawyer discovers why the stars have placed the fate of the human race in her hands. And sheâs not alone.
Kenzie is the enemy. The obedient soldier who's just following orders. A pawn in this game. Yet Sawyer canât stay away. Both drawn to each other in a way neither can explain, can they learn to trust one another, as well as themselves, in order to survive. And soon, Sawyer will learn she must put her faith in others if she wants to live, and trust in the stars to protect her.
Find out who will survive, and if they can save humanity from a future painted black, in the epic conclusion of the Watcher Series.
AJ Eversley is the author of the WATCHER series. A true north Canadian girl, AJ currently lives in Central Alberta with her husband and dog. When sheâs not writing, she can be found binge watching Harry Potter, quoting various movies in everyday conversation, and eating copious amounts of candy.
The few conversations Kenzie and I had were nothing more than a personal comfort to me. I spoke to him like I used to, with utter honesty and blind trust. Yet today I was having a hard time even opening the door that led to his cell.
This was different. This wasnât personal, it was business. And it was necessary.
I released a long breath, pushed open the door, and walked down the long, cold hallway. I paused at the corner where I usually sat against the cement wall before I took another step and rounded the bend.
He had heard me coming. He was leaning against the wall with his free hand pressed against the cold cement. His head whipped up, and his hand dropped as I came into view.
I hadnât seen him since the day he almost killed me. I hadnât looked into his eyes since I thought it was the last time. They were the same blue I remembered. They still lingered on me with a hint of something familiar before he pushed away from the wall and moved to the back corner of his small cell.
His hair was longer than before and stuck up all over the place like heâd just woken up. Stubble grew on his usually smooth face. He looked older, worn and tired.
His left hand was tucked behind his back, but I could still see it. The thick metal casing that surround his hand into a tight fist was hard to miss, even though he tried to hide it. He couldnât hurt me, not with his powers anyways, yet I couldnât help the involuntary shiver that went down my spine.
The rapid beating of my heart and the warmth in my core had me take a step closer to the bars.
âWhy are you here?â Kenzie asked. His suspicious gaze told me he knew this wasnât a usual visit.
âWe need some information, and itâs time you start talking.â I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep them from reaching out to him. He was so close.
âIâve told you before, I canât tell you anything. Even if I wanted to, I canât.â He shook his head.
âItâs been weeks. Coleman is a long ways away. Shouldnât the hold have worn off by now?â I asked. That was how it worked the first time, or at least thatâs what Kenzie had told me. Maybe that was a lie too.
His eyes flickered up to me with a cold glare. âHeâs made some...upgrades.â His words were like venom on his lips as he spoke. âI canât tell you where he is. I canât tell you what he is going to do. All I can tell you is to run. Get the hell away from here as far as you can. Because he will be back, and you cannot beat him; not with the army youâve got.â
I was shaking my head before heâd even finished. âYou know I canât do that.â
His eyes dropped again. âYesâ¦I know. Youâre a fool. You all are.â
âHow many? How many Carbons does he have?â I tried to turn his attention back to giving me some sort of information, anything that could help us.
He let out a menacing chuckle, and the hint of a smile that wasnât his own spread at the side of his mouth. âThousands. Hundreds of thousands.â
I tried to not let my shock show. âWhen will he be back?â
Kenzie shrugged. âToday, tomorrow. Thereâs no telling when heâll be back.â
âBut you said he was dying. You said he was infected with a virus of some sort. Maybe heâs weak. Maybeââ
âHe was dying, and then you gave him the one thing that could save him.â Kenzieâs voice rose as he pushed himself away from the wall and stepped into the middle of the cell. âHeâll be back. And heâll be stronger. And this time, he wonât stop until every last one of you are dead.â
âLet him try. Weâve won before.â I tried to sound more confident than I felt as I shifted on my feet.
âYou think that was his worst?â Kenzie took another step forward as his head tilted to the side with a sneer. âYour mother and I convinced him to only bring a few. We tried to contain the damage as much as we could. Why do you think so many of your men were running in the wrong direction when we arrived? You think your maps just accidentally showed the wrong trajectory?â
My throat bobbed, and I couldnât look away from his piercing stare. He took another step forward. I was frozen.
âI did what I could to spare you, to spare innocent people from a fate that is still coming. One they canât just hide from this time.â His free hand gripped onto the bar as he leaned in so close that I felt his breath on my cheek and saw the fire in his eyes. âOur fates have already been written, Sawyer. And I canât run from it any more than you can. I canât change who I am, what I am. And you canât stop him.â
My eyes narrowed. I shook my head. âI donât believe that. I will win, we will win.â I wrapped my fingers around his, still tightly clinched around the bar.
He flinched as he glanced down at them.
âYou can fight this. Youâve done it before, and I believe you can do it again.â
Slowly, his gazed moved up to meet mine, and for a moment it was just Kenzie and I again. No one and nothing else mattered in that moment, just us.
He slowly drew away his hand, but he didnât move away. He reached through the bar toward me. His calloused hand brushed against my cheek and slid down to cup my chin. He pulled me a little closer. His eyes flickered to my mouth and then back to my eyes again.
His hand slid down my neck, and his thumb gently caressed the soft skin under my chin. Heat rose to my cheeks, and my heart was beating so fastâtoo fast.
His eyes narrowed. âYou put your faith in the wrong people.â And then he squeezed his hand tight around my throat.