172 Days Novels & Stories

I'd been letting him see things since this morning in the grey light and I'd stopped keeping track of what I was letting through. His thumb moved across my jaw. Once. Slow. "Thirty-two hours," he said. "Yes," I said. We had thirty-two hours. I intended to use every one.

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.

"The blood acquisition process takes approximately two hours. After that, your part is concluded." "Concluded," I said. "You'll be released," she said. "Weak, but alive. We're not in the business of unnecessary casualties." I thought about Elena Rivera. About Dr. Hartwick. About the attack on Vera. I thought about my mother. I didn't say any of it. "Seven days," she said, answering the question I'd actually asked. "Give or take. The configuration peaks in seven days." Seven days. She left. I returned to the join.

I ask "Three days." "How come it took you three days wait....three days, how long have I been out, if it took you three days to find him and here I am?" I was worried about going past the twenty eight days and missing the full moon and having another month to wait. I look at Arizer and Annabelle and notice they are clean and changed aswell, obviously if it had been a couple of days they would be. I didn't expect them to stay with me the whole time and not get clean. "Well you have been out sixteen day." Asher replied

Now we just had to survive the second half. Thirteen more weeks. Ninety-one days becoming sixty-five. Sixty-five days of stillness. Of trust. Of choosing to believe this would work. I could do sixty-five days.

I drained the scotch in one burning gulp. 730 days. I could do this. I had to. Even if it destroyed me in the process.

"Pack some stuffs. I want you to spend a week in here." Right, a week. A seven day vacation I wished would and could last longer. A week is quite a long vacation, actually, but spending it with you feels like a short period of time. Especially, if the plans I wanted to do with you will not fit for seven days. Or perhaps, I'm not really contented with the time you said. Perhaps, I want longer, like years. Perhaps, I just want you to stay beside me. Perhaps... I don't want you to leave after making a short vacation so euphoric. "Are you sure he's here?" Daniel asked as he lowered his head a little, to see outside the window beside me. I looked over my right side as well.

Jared was now livid, and yet he still did not have a plan. It took her seven days and 12 hours, Jared counted. It did not take her a few days, she took her sweet time for exactly seven days, 12 hours and 15 minutes. By the time she arrived in their London Townhouse, Jared was on the brink of strangling her. He anticipated a few days of waiting time he did not expect it to be a full week. It was incredible.

We reached the east wing. Two guards stood outside a room. One of them opened the door. Inside, a man sat tied to a chair. His face was bruised, but he was conscious. He lifted his head when we entered. His eyes immediately found Luca. Then moved to me. His expression changed. He stared at me for several seconds. Then whispered, “She's alive.” I froze. Luca stepped in front of me. “Who are you?” The man laughed weakly. “I've been waiting twenty years to see her.”