“Uriel’s right,” says Raffe. “I don’t have my Watchers anymore. I can’t count on anyone stepping into their duties.” “The warriors still talk about them, you know,” says Josiah. “No group has come close to being the elite fighting team that the Watchers were. They’ve become legend.” He shakes his head. “What a waste. And all because of—” He looks at me with some hostility in his eyes and bites off whatever insult he was going to call Daughters of Men.
