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Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

Mara’s voice said from behind me. I didn’t turn. “Mara,” I replied quietly. “Tell me this isn’t happening again." She didn't reply as she allowed silence to draw the answer on me. “It is,” she said finally. “Your vitals are spiking. It's the same pattern and the same progression.” I exhaled through my teeth. “So it’s back.” “Yeah.” I laughed once, dark and humorless. “How long this time?” Another pause. “Ninety days, if my calculations are right.”

The lycan grunts. I look around to see everyone’s attention on me. I smile awkwardly at them before I sit back on the chair. "Why?" I question them "It’s just for 182 days." He says calmly. I glare at him wondering if he’s okay, 182 days? I won’t even agree if it’s just for a week. "Just for 182 days? You make it sound like it’s no big deal." I say "Because it’s not a big deal." He says

I needed to put space between myself and that room and that conversation and the look on his face when he said Nightfall Pack. What happened in those seven days? I had been unconscious for all of it, completely, helplessly unconscious while Adrian had seven days of unrestricted access to think, to investigate, to map out whatever picture he was building around me. Seven days was a long time for a man like him. Seven days was enough time to build something significant.

FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE. INITIAL TASKS GENERATED. TASK ONE: SECURE CLEAN WATER SOURCE. TASK TWO: ACQUIRE NON-PERISHABLE FOOD. TASK THREE: OBTAIN A DEFENSIVE WEAPON. OUTBREAK WINDOW:89 DAYS REMAINING. Evelyn stared at the number. Eighty-nine days. Her stomach tightened. Three days. Three entire days had vanished. In her first life, the outbreak began ninety-two days after this morning. Not eighty-nine. The difference should have been impossible.

She added and he creased her hands with his thumb. “You have like forty-seven days left right?” He asked and she nodded in response. He took in a deep breath and stared into her eyes, he can just easily order her to do it, he really doesn't know why he feels like her opinion is needed. “Let's make it three hundred and sixty-five days.”

You’re the only one! "I understand," Caleb said. "You met him first. I guess... he beat me to it." He gave a hollow laugh. "But... can I ask one last favor? Just one?" Lucy swallowed hard. "What favor?" "Give me twenty-nine days," he said softly. "Let me try to earn your affection, even a little. If nothing changes by the end of the moon cycle... I’ll accept your rejection and disappear from your life." "Twenty-nine days?" Lucy echoed, stunned. "Why that number?"

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

“You sure about this?” “No,” I said. “But we've been planning this for years, we have to be.” He didn’t argue. He just tapped a few buttons on the control panel. And I could already feel a shift. Somewhere, probably in a skyscraper suite, Kai Deveraux’s world was about to turn messy. I exhaled, sharp and slow. Seven days. Seven days to bring down two empires. Seven days to prove I wasn’t afraid to stand alone. Or fight dirty.

'Just a few more days,' I told myself. Once the paperwork was done, I could leave. ... I had exchanged most of my jewelry and properties for cash, stashing it away. Rory hadn't spoken to me all day until he came to my room that evening. He informed me that my father had been transferred to an overseas branch and would be leaving in three days, with my mother accompanying him.