Tessa's gaze lingered on Watts as he hesitated, his expression shifting to something she couldn't quite decipher—concern? Determination? It was subtle but undeniable.
Before she could ask what was wrong, Watts turned to her, his voice calm but firm.
"I'll be back in a minute," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Without another word, his presence vanished entirely. It wasn't like someone walking away or even teleporting.
To Tessa and anyone else in the vicinity, it was as though he had been erased from existence itself. No trace of his energy signature, no shadow of his aura, nothing.
Tessa blinked, her mind reeling.
Instinctively reached out to the comm device embedded in her earpiece, calling for a trace on his location, but the reports came back the same.
"No sign. Not even residual energy."
Her chest tightened. Who—or what—was this man?
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