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The earliest report, detailing the removal of my damaged kidney five years ago, brought tears streaming down her face. It hit her why I hadn't wanted to donate my kidney; I only had one. All those years, I'd hidden my pain to keep them from worrying. Mom broke down sobbing. Then there was that report from six months ago confirming my end-stage brain tumor. Despite my fight and treatments, the illness progressed uncontrollably. The day before the camping trip, the doctor delivered my death notice—I had only ten days left. It was also the day I signed the kidney donation consent form.

Not on my watch. In the back of the car, the leather smelled of smoke and old cologne. I stared at my reflection in the dark glass and saw a man I barely recognized — a king who loved a woman enough to move mountains and men for her. I had built an empire on fear; now I would use that same fear like a shield. Salvatore tapped his wrist, checking the time. “The minister is on line three, boss. They’re impatient.” I breathed in. I thought of the child — a tiny, impossible thing that might grow under Katarina’s ribs. The thought softened me and made me dangerous all at once.

I won’t show him my brand, and I won’t relay that night with Time. “I’m trying to help you. My staff are trying to help you. Time is a dangerous immortal, who’s conscience does not exist,” Alden tells me slowly, trying to drill the idea into my head. “He’s done with you now. Who knows how long you would have had before he came back to finish what he started.” I flinch. “Excuse me?” Alden blinks, thick lashes framing those navy-blue eyes. “What part of that did you not understand?”

I need a moment to let the idea settle in. “Why does it always seem like time runs through the hourglass of my life so quickly, Justice?” “A question I wish I could answer for both of us.” She laments. “Let’s hope there are enough grains to last us a thousand lifetimes.” “Milo?” I look up at him and frown. “I have to go back to work.” His smile fades. “Y-you mean like… not in three months from now… don’t you?”

- Love your dress has arrived, - Jack you can't see him right now - My beautiful one will be impossible because they took care and put it in a suitcase with a padlock, - Love what time and ours flew tomorrow - And at 07: 00hs - Wow at dawn, - How do you like to sleep well Robert said that he put our names on the 11 am passenger list but we embargoed beforehand so as not to give notice - And more you know that there is always someone watching us - Yes, I know now, come here and stop talking. I have something better than we talked. the car arrived at the airport at 6: 40 we looked and there was not even a report signal I was happy again Robert was able to deceive the media vultures, we are doi

No longer would they allow themselves to be trampled—not this time. It wasn't the end, but a new beginning.

He knew it was eleven minutes because he checked the time when he sat down and checked it once more because he was who he was, and the interval between the two checks was eleven minutes, which was the length of a board call that wasn't going well and also the length of his shortest recent morning briefing and also, it turned out, the length of time it took him to drink a third of a very good Malbec. Eleven minutes was not a long time. In the normal course of his life, eleven minutes passed without his noticing—the interval between one meeting and the next, the time it took to review a document, the duration of a phone call that he would forget as soon as he hung up. Eleven minutes was nothin

The exterior reflected the elegance of the clothes I had chosen for the evening—sleek, understated, deliberate. Money could buy many things, but confidence in how one appeared… that had to be earned. I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool beneath my hands, and started toward the ministry. The streets to the Culture Ministry gallery were quiet. My heels clicked sharply against the polished floors, echoing off the walls. My mind went over what this urgent meeting could be. Contract? Approval? I didn’t expect… this. Not this late evening. I entered the minister’s office. The gallery and exhibition now felt distant. He was already there. Héctor Valenzuela. Standing, calm. Too calm.

Time will tell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My fingers found the time device hidden in my tunic pocket—a small, smooth gadget that hummed faint under my touch. I twisted the knob, feeling the familiar pull of time bending. Ready to jump to another era, with these erotic memories burned deep into my mind. Time travel for smut? Yeah, hands down, the best invention out there.