In a Name~
Fedor
Watcher’s Den, Frozen North
Fedor tossed his spectacles on the desk. He hated it when he had to lie to the boy. Staying ahead of the Watchers meant measuring every step on the tightrope he walked. So he pretended to have insights he didn’t and recited the script they gave him.
“He wasn’t always this cynical,” Esfir said wistfully. “There was a time when he trusted us.”
They’d been over this a few too many times before.
“The more he learns, the greater the risk to him,” said Fedor. “You didn’t want that, remember?”
Esfir snatched up her tablet and went off to the couch to fume. Fedor knew better than to press a point when she was in a snit. It was a practicality he’d figured out by the time they’d made it into their second century together.
Fedor got up and stretche
