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“When is this attack?” Irene looked up at him, “tonight.” “Shit.” “Edward,” Irene grabbed his hand, “I saw something else.” “What is it?” “You,” she said, “I saw you hurt.” “That is not possible Irene, I heal faster than any being in this world.” “True but none of the night howlers can challenge the Nebuzars, you took them all and they are strong, they are very strong Edward.” “No matter how strong…” he was saying and he paused, he could feel his breathing increasing as an added fear joined with his own. “When is the fight happening tonight?”

And she could no longer wait. With time in her hands now, Ellie sat in front of her television, foot propped on a small stool as she painted her toes. The news broadcast on her television was in the background. Sometimes Ellie wondered why she bothered listening to the news. It’s the same one every day, anyway. Like today, the anchor reported about another victim of extrajudicial killing. The police found this one at the side of the road. A sign covered his body stating he’s a drug user and dealer whom people should not emulate. Same old news. Ellie’s hand froze mid-air when the anchor gave further details about the crime. They named the dead body as Angelo Garcia, the son of the former news

I had always been the golden child, making my parents proud in front of our relatives. We were talking about a place where the tab ran up dozens per head, and we just waltzed in like it was nothing. There I was, just me and my girl, savoring our feast in a private room, when the manager popped in. "Ma'am, the folks next door say you're picking up their tab today." I had to hand it to the manager, keeping his cool and all smiles even after the drama that just unfolded. "What'd they rack up?" I asked, taking a sip of water.

I think I want that. His reply came fifteen minutes later. Julian: I’m glad you’re being honest with yourself. Come to my penthouse tonight at 7. We’ll talk properly. Eden stared at the message for a long time before replying with a simple “Okay.” At exactly 7 p.m., Eden stood outside Julian’s penthouse door. She had changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable — black jeans and a soft grey sweater. Her heart was beating faster than usual. Julian opened the door and let her in. He was dressed casually in a black shirt and dark jeans. As always, his presence felt steady and grounding.

Seated in my plush apartment, bathed in the gentle light of ambient lighting, I was enjoying my surroundings. I could almost taste the aroma of my favorite dish—a hearty beef bourguignon—as it drifted through the air. Savoring the juicy meat and rich sauce, I bit into it. My phone rang, snapping me out of my reverie, right as I was about to eat another bite. It was Eddie, I noticed when I quickly glanced at the screen. "Hey Luna, I've got a package of documents for you," he said with a low and serious voice.

SEBASTIAN'S POV The house felt different at night now. Not in a bad way. Just… quieter. Like it was still learning how to be with only three of us breathing inside it. Eli was already on the bed when I came upstairs, Bianca’s envelope open in his lap. He stared at the stuff inside like it was heavy. “You opened it,” I said. “It’s nine. She said tonight.” “She meant later tonight, Eli.” “She said tonight,” he answered, stubborn. “It’s tonight.”

Edward Mitchell took a look, then logged on to F******k, scanned the news to see that she had just published an article promoting "The Trial of Griselda Wall City" Messeger accumulates a few hours. Magnus: Are you going upstairs? Magnus: I can see your car, and you see your men at the door of the block, don't you dare get on? Edward Mitchell: Yeah. After that, he looked at F******k for a moment and then turned on the car and left. By the time "The Future" opens she will definitely appear.

And whenever he returns, he always claims to be tired and goes to bed immediately. It was Friday night, and almost midnight, and Edward hadn't arrived home yet. I wasn't feeling sleepy so I decided to just stay up and wait for him. I was scrolling through my feed and I saw Aisha's post, so I decided to check her status. She was at a party, showcasing all her friends and I spotted Edward In the background having a drink with Ryan and Camille. I was surprised. I played it again.

I was almost at the exit when my phone vibrated. An unknown number. I frowned but answered anyway. “Hello?” “Ms. Coleman,” the hotel receptionist voice spoke politely, “you have a package waiting in your suite. We thought you might want to know right away.” A package? At this hour? I blinked, my heart fluttering with a reckless, impossible thought. Edward. Of course. Who else would send me something tonight, after everything? The confession on national television, showing up at my show as we planned. Cheering me on like no one else mattered—it had to be him.

~ If only tonight, If this is all I got, If I can't have your love, I won't get back up this time. If only tonight, I'll race you to the sun, before the morning comes, if I can change your mind. It's only tonight, and tomorrow you're gone, and we're just a song, singing along...~ Music blasted on the speakers. She sang along with the song, driving down the gravelly road. The wind rushed in through the open windows, blowing her auburn hair around. The road was surrounded by a thick forest on either side.