Chapter 34 Under His Watch

• With a glass of wine in my hand, I watch the crowd as they dance and laugh in joy of each other's company.
• It makes me bitter—I envy them.
• Just as I predicted, it’s as if I'm the greatest piece of art at the museum. Amid a sea of curious and disapproving glances, I stand as the party's entertainment. Occasionally, a pair of individuals come near me to ‘get a better look’ of what may be the only Subject X they ever knowingly share a room with. And with Matvey and Tavin at a distance, there's no one stopping them from dismissing any respect for personal space, touching my hair or the "X" marked on my chest in fascination.