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Come on Sky, you got this. The sound of the door opening still startled me, even if I had two days, two hours and some minutes to prepare myself. I guess nothing could ever prepare me for the man in front of me. Standing up while the guards unchained him, I stared at him while he smirked at the guard who looked like he was ready to saw his head off. “The boss said this should last for an hour, no more no less. And if he tries anything, we will be right outside,” the guard said to me.

“I want a truce. Just for the remainder of this trip. Until we get back to Crown Point.” Her eyes narrow. “A truce,” she repeats. Skeptical little thing. “Just believe that I’m actually being nice.” I scoff. “It’s not completely foreign to me.” “It is to me,” she says under her breath. Still, she seems intrigued. The clock is ticking. It’s almost three-thirty, and my alarm is set for nine. The bus leaves at noon, and we’ll be back by mid-afternoon. It’s not a lot of time. It’s doable.

“There’s also the matter of the murder weapon, my hairpin. I clearly recall placing it back into my bag and passing it to you personally. How did it appear in the trash can? “Because that was not my hairpin. It was yours. You had bought two of the same hairpins back then. If I had not accidentally seen it on your vanity before, I would have believed in your lies, too. “If I didn’t guess wrongly, you must have discarded a pair of gloves. You wore them to prevent getting your DNA on the hairpin.” I was most suspicious about the amount of survival time on her head. Why would it be exactly six hours, too, like me?

Katherine Sterling opened the DREAMING (ACTIVE) volume with the precise, unhesitating confidence of a CEO presenting quarterly results to the most important shareholder in existence. Six hours, forty-seven minutes. And counting.

CHAPTER 036 **ROSA'S POV** Michael had been gone for about an hour. The room was quiet and warm, and full of flowers that were still doing what flowers did when someone had put genuine thought into them, making everything feel slightly softer around the edges than rooms usually were. I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.

Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKY I woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters: “Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”

he unbuckled his belt. “You’ve already got yourself all set up, haven’t you? “Honey, you’re such a pro. Crawl over here and have a taste.” I wanted to cry out but I could not, so I could only lean forward while shielding my little bottom with my hands. Jetson was drunk and furious. He could not recognize Farrell’s voice at all. If I had not been as quick on my feet as I was, he might have already devoured me completely. I could not let that happen.