A/N: I have made a little clarification about the change in his abilities so for those who might want to know more, please re-read chapter 47.
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Watts settled into the chair opposite Anitta, his expression neutral but his sharp eyes taking in every detail.
The towel wrapped loosely around her seemed more like a statement than a necessity. Her demeanor was effortless, but Watts could see the gears turning behind her alluring smile.
"I need an identity," Watts said plainly. "One that won't raise any suspicions in the hidden city."
Anitta leaned back, crossing her legs, the towel shifting slightly.
Her lips curved into a sly smile, and her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she responded.
"That's quite a request," Anitta said, her voice dripping with mockery. "You're not exactly booking a weekend getaway to Vegas."
Watts didn't flinch. "I never liked gambling."
