The Watcher

by P. R. Zed

'Lij knew what everyone thought: that he was young, rambunctious. Flakey. But there was more to him than that. He knew when to be quiet, how to go unobserved. And he could see.

He saw the moment it happened.

Saw hands touch and linger. Saw green eyes and blue lock together with a connection older than the world. Saw Bean's look of shocked pleasure and Viggo's of smug delight.

Saw when affection passed into love and attraction grew into something else entirely.

When Dom asked what he was smiling about, he only laughed. He also knew how to be discreet.


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