Past-Death had only played nice with those she needed something from.
It was impossible to forget Fate or Death or any other deity once one crossed their paths or to deny that such creatures not only existed, but played a game no one else understood or had a chance of winning.
But Watchers played on a different level.
My teacher and I played it for hours at a time.
I played dumb but I figured my phone lines were tapped and big brother had his eye on me twenty-four, seven.