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In our area. A storm begins to form in the sky, announcing that the night will be filled with heavy rain and perhaps even thunder. The signal must go out, and strangely this makes me stop to think about today. A Friday. I know, it has nothing to do with the day of the week with the phone signal, but in my head it does, when it symbolizes that tomorrow is the Savoia's main event and that for Gina to stay intact, I must be there as agreed; and if I can't, I need to make a call.

I was negotiating a terms sheet. "Four weeks," Dean Vance finally murmured, sliding the envelope into her top desk drawer "If the remaining one thousand dollars is not settled in full by the fifteenth of next month, Katherine will be dropped from our roster permanently. No midterms recorded, no transfer credits issued. Am I entirely clear?" "Perfectly," I said, standing up before my knees could betray me. "Good morning, Dean." I walked out of the academy into the morning light, the cold wind hitting my face.

Like a piece of him cracked under the pressure of staying still and the crack wasn't going to heal clean. Richard picked up his coat. Put it on. Collected his keys from the counter. Every movement unhurried. A man who'd delivered the blow he came to deliver and saw no reason to stay for the aftermath. "Friday." He said it at the door. Didn't look back. "You have until Friday." The door closed.

The girl in the mirror doesn’t answer. She just stares back, unblinking, perfect, untouched by the storm clawing through my chest. It’s Friday. The day I’ve dreaded all week. Roman’s words echo in my head like they never left. “Friday. Eight p.m. Don’t be late.” The promise in his tone had been unmistakable, dark, commanding, deliciously dangerous. It made something inside me tremble that night, something I’ve tried to suppress ever since. But then there’s Ethan.

I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, my fingers hesitant to reach for it. “You have twenty-four hours,” he said. His tone was even, unreadable. “Buy anything you want. Return the card and the receipt by tomorrow.” I blinked, confused. “Sir… I don’t understand.” He finally looked up, gaze steady. “That’s my policy, woman.” His words echoed in my head. That’s my policy, woman. The same calm, commanding tone that used to fill my dreams and my nightmares. I forced a shaky breath and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I swallowed, looking down as I stammered, “But, sir… that… that wasn’t part of our contract—” He frowned, clearly baffled. “What are you talking about, Ms. Clark?” “Tonight,” I repeated, still looking down, nervously playing with my fingers. “Are we… are we going to be… together tonight?” Mr. Graham's face shifted, and for a moment, he almost looked amused. “Don’t get any ideas, Ms. Clark. What exactly did you think I meant when I said ‘tonight’?” His voice was laced with annoyance. “You’re acting strange.”

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."

“That will be the best for both of us then. We can just fix that to the weekend. Spending a weekend in a hotel is more better than spending just a day when you need to get to work the next day.” “There’s no need to come to work tomorrow…” Smith told me slowly. “Today is a Friday so tomorrow is a Saturday. All we need to do can be planned today but it would be executed fully on Monday.” I took a deep breath. “I learned that clubs are usually wild on Friday nights!” I exclaimed in pure excitement. “I will inform you about how it goes, okay? I will make sure no man tries any dirty thing with me as well. The main essence is to see how things are being done there.”

***WARNING*** Sexy Times Shawn and Kirrah "You know," She touched her chin and looked up at the ceiling, "Yes, is tonight not Thursday night?" Kirrah asked. "Ahh," The old man saw the error. She simply had her nights mixed up. But that only concerned the old man for this young lady; it was not Thursday night. It was Friday. "Dear, are you alright?" When Kirrah watched him confused, the old man added, "Dear, tonight is Friday night, and Mr. Santiago checked out last night."

Pulling his cellphone out from his pocket, he sent a quick text to Eira. Cassie, another teen vampire from the audience, got up and stood in the centre of the ring. “Good evening, I’m the host for tonight. I request anyone who wishes to compete for the position of the head to step forth into the ring. The rules are simple; you have the kill the other competitors without the aid of any wooden stakes. You are on your own. Once you step in, there’s no way out. The last one standing shall prevail as the next head.” Her eyes darted to Nate as several people left their comfortable seats and proceeded to walk towards their death. Alex mused at the sight. Idiots, every single one of them, Nate thoug