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And just as I took his hand… My phone buzzed again. From the same anonymous sender. Three new words: “Forty-eight hours left.” But the fourth message, the one that came after… …was the one that made my blood freeze. “And Daniel won’t survive them.”

Pursues was looking at me when I moved my body near the door. "Be careful with what you're thinking inside your head Lady Madolina, Selesté noble is just a small family so it's really easy to pulverize them. I am not as bad as you think, but I am not good either since I wasn't born as an angel," I said. I didn't wait for her response. I opened the door and broke from Pursues hold, I still need to finish my business. "See you later your Highness," I whispered. It's already midnight when I decided to check the book under my bed and grinned when I saw the book. Fara seems to understand my intention, that would be good.

As his gaze drifted out the car window. Before he knew it the had entered a large estate. That was halfway up the Mountain. It overlooked the entire city. The house (if you could even called it that) was huge. That was the only way to discribe it. It was a Mansion with 4 pillars at the front. There was already a car parked at the entrance of the Mansion. A woman was leaning against the front as if she was waiting for someone.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

She points to the table located behind Kenji before turning her attention back to the stack on the table she sits at. Shaking my head, I walk over to the table she pointed at, getting to work to look through the piles of books placed on top. Three hours later A yawn from Kenji catches my eye, causing me to yawn in return. Glancing down at my watch I see that it is morning. Three hours have passed by and we are still no closer to finding the book that we need to free Remiel.

“Soon, Love. It’ll be well worth the wait. I just wish G-Man was here to share in that moment.” And Leo wasn’t lying either as the Mercedes pulled into a paved drive surrounded by flowers. It was far more beautiful than anything Amber had ever imagined her garden to be. A splash of desperately needed color the dull grey and black this city so desperately needed. A sign was posted at the entrance, Park open to the public starting April 20th. Park hours dawn to dusk.

I corrected. We locked eyes. He caved first. “Forty-eight. Final.” I straightened, close enough that my chest nearly brushed his shoulder. “Fine. Forty-eight hours. But hear me, if one whisper leaves your mouth before then, I’ll cut your tongue out myself. Do we understand each other?” He swallowed. Nodded. Packed faster this time. The corridor outside the hall was cooler, quieter. I should have been pleased, forty-eight hours was a lifetime in the right hands, but instead I was burning.

While Felix were on his way going to his school. An event just crossed his mind. Thinking those things that happen in his high school years. He still not gotten' to pass through those unlucky days of his lives. In his first year of high school, he has been yelled by her teacher in Math and the reason for him to got kicked out from his class. And he never thought that upon walking his way out of the room, he suddenly stumbled to a chair near the door of the room where his teacher was standing. The book that he was holding flew in the face of his teacher and that makes her face turned into a red tomatoes.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”