Novel & Cerita 9 Hours

countered Gray. Zia sneered. “Really? Like what?” “I have a three to five hours schedule of resting after breakfast, five-hour nap after lunch and ten to fifteen hours of sleep after dinner.” Gray leaned back on the chair, still yawning. “How rude of you to assume I have nothing else to do.”

The bright red numbers indicated 14:00. His jaw tightened. Damn. Only one hour? He slumped back against the leather chair, resting one arm over his tired eyes. His sleep pattern was completely destroyed. Sleeping for sixty minutes without waking up was a new record this week. However, closing his eyes didn't provide any respite. Behind his closed eyelids, Alice's image continued to flash, haunting every second of his sanity.

To not give Nate any more reason to build his case. I made it exactly six hours.

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Barely able to breathe and clinging to dear life like her co-worker? Jessi hauled herself off of the divan, wincing and cussing under her breath when the throbbing in her skull intensified. She grabbed her phone to check the time. Nine hours. Almost nine hours of sleep. Why did her entire body feel like she didn't get enough rest?

Kept his eyes on the road and thought about the academy gates ahead and Drax's office and whatever came after, and let his wolf finish settling in its own time. They pulled through the academy gates at twelve forty-seven in the morning. Fifty hours and thirteen minutes remain on the seventy-two-hour window. They had not needed a single one of them.

"They stay down this time." He glanced at his watch. "Countdown started. Seventy-two hours."

He stayed until eleven last night. Elijah put the reading down. He stared at the screen. Seven in the morning to eleven at night was sixteen hours. Sixteen hours in an office was not normal by any standard, even the standards of a man who routinely worked twelve-hour days and called them reasonable. Sixteen hours was the kind of day you worked when you were avoiding something. Sixteen hours was the kind of day you worked when the alternative — going home, being alone, sitting with whatever was waiting for you there — was worse than the work.

“You need to learn a new word.” “Yeah, sorry about my mouth. I’m just – I’m worried about you.” “Hey,” she said, touched. “I’m OK, I promise. I’ve been doing this for a little while, and I’m slowly getting better at it.” He gestured at the coin. “For nine months at least.” “Nine months, two weeks, six days, and….” She consulted her watch. “…about six hours, give or take an hour or two either way. I’m a bit fuzzy about exactly what time I stopped drinking that night. Or, actually, that morning.”

My heartbeat was stupidly loud in my ears. But Ben’s voice cut through the hallway. “Alpha! Alpha, wait!” I hissed under my breath and spun around. “What?” Ben jogged toward me, waving the note like a man trying to stop a disaster. “It’s not time yet! It says nine. Alpha… it’s only seven.” I snatched the paper out of his hand and checked again, like he was lying. 9 PM. I stared at the numbers, then at the clock on the wall, then back at the numbers again.