I Thought My Time Was Up Season 2 소설 & 이야기

Clearly he is sifting through his mind, trying to find ways to outsmart me and get out of this place, and starting to realise he can’t. “I think it would be in your best interest to contact who did this, and have them remove it immediately. That is, if you value your life,” Time comments, raising an eyebrow at me. I would be intimidated if he weren’t behind this magical veil. I was about to make a comment on that when Alden and Thought suddenly come around the corner. Time mutters something under this breath at the sight of them. He knows there’s no hope for him.

I knew it was going to happen, so I’m surprised why I feel this way. Following Thought into the next room, I see he’s pushed past Time into a chair, circling him. Thought looks no different to how I saw him that night he promised to take Time’s memories and failed. He must have escaped too, and contacted his brother. So much has happened that I’m not aware of… “That’s it, you’re just going to take his memories away just like that?” I question. Thought’s circling comes to a stop, as he looks over at me, silver eyes flashing.

Glancing up, my smile immediately drops and my footsteps slow down until they pull to a stop, as I look at the doorway and suddenly, I'm hit with memories from two years ago. ~~~ Flashback~~~ I was on the floor, so small, while he toward over me, like a giant. I thought I was doing the right thing by coming here and telling him of the life, I was carrying. But I was wrong, so wrong. " Now you listen to me and listen to me good, you'd better take your sorry ass and that thing, you claim is mine out of here. This better be the last time you show your filthy self here or else I will end you.

Whatever the reason was that brought me to Lucien, none of it mattered anymore. … Back home, I started preparing dinner. It would be our last meal together, so I took my time. When the final dish was set on the table, I placed the official mate-bond termination certificate right on the desk in his study, where he’d be sure to see it. Lucien still wasn’t home. I checked the time. If I waited any longer, I’d miss my flight. I called him again and again, but no one picked up. Just as I was about to hang up, an unknown number lit up on my screen.