"Now I can hunt you all down one by one. You can't disappear into the immortal world. Fish in a barrel," he said.
"Your kind is not exactly protected against us. You can't stop us all."
"I think sending a message or two of what happens if you fuck with my family will be enough."
"For us, yes," the Watcher said. "We've never meant any harm to you. For the Others, it's a different story."
"You've always used us."
"Whatever you think, it's for the greater good. We set this chain of events in motion before the Schism. It was necessary."
Darian wanted to destroy him, but he needed to know where his little brother was first. He drew a calming breath.
"Ikir, I can take you to them."
"Do it."
The Watcher held out his hand. Darian took it, and they Traveled to a locker cold enough for his expelled breath to hang in the air. Three bodies were lain out on three separate tables.
"They're frozen," he said, shocked.
"A form of stasis. Neither living nor dead. Off the Others' radar. We used magic on their minds and the freezer for their bodies. They're undetectable."
Darian strode to Damian's side, touching his cold skin. Panic rose within him at the thought of losing his little brother, especially now that Damian was a father.
"They could've interfered with our plan."
"You've used everyone to win a war that none of us understood. How can you consider yourself acting in the greater good?" he snapped, moving to Dusty's body next.
"This was the only outcome we could allow. You were the only one who could do it. You never would've done what you did if we didn't … stack the deck, I believe you say here."
Darian wanted to explode, release the fury and energy within him.
"It had to be done." The Watcher's words grew quieter.
"Tell me how to wake them up."
"Bianca."
"That's it? No aftereffects?"
"None that we know of. We've never frozen immortals before."
Darian looked at the Watcher, who seemed amused at the idea.
"We will not interfere with your hunt of the Others," the Watcher added. "We are … content here now."
"I'm not content with you here."
"You may need us to help with the Others," the Watcher continued, ignoring Darian's words. "You may call upon us as needed. We moved our magic source into this world in anticipation of your actions. The Others were not so fortunate, though the Originals all escaped. We'd rather they didn't." The Watcher looked at Jule's still body.