# The Seconds We Owe

Author: Morgan Vale
Site: ReadNovelHub
Canonical: https://readnovelhub.com/novel/the-seconds-we-owe
Genre: Western-Fantasy-Magic

## World
You saved the man hunting you; now every wound he takes steals your life.

## Tropes
- Billionaire Romance
- Dark Romance
- Western Fantasy & Magic
- Urban War Hero & Secret Billionaire
- Western-Fantasy-Magic
- Urban-WarHero-Tycoon

## FAQ
### What is The Seconds We Owe about?
You saved the man hunting you; now every wound he takes steals your life.

### Who is the author of The Seconds We Owe?
The Seconds We Owe is written by Morgan Vale. Read Chapter 1 free on ReadNovelHub.

### Is The Seconds We Owe a Billionaire Romance story?
Yes. The Seconds We Owe is tagged for Billionaire Romance, Dark Romance readers looking for North American romance-fantasy tropes.

### Can I read The Seconds We Owe Chapter 1 for free?
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### What happens at the start of The Seconds We Owe?
"You were paid to let him die." The barrel digs into the back of my neck and shoves my face into the brick. Cold metal. Cold wall. My cheek scrapes. I can taste blood and cheap coffee. "Yeah, I got the memo," I say.

## Chapter 1 teaser
### The Seconds We Owe - Chapter 1: Eleven Stolen Seconds

"You were paid to let him die." The barrel digs into the back of my neck and shoves my face into the brick. Cold metal. Cold wall. My cheek scrapes. I can taste blood and cheap coffee. "Yeah, I got the memo," I say. "You wanna move the gun so I can actually do my job?" "Your job is to watch." Jax's hand shakes. I can feel it through the gun. "Calder Rook walks into that alley in thirty seconds. He takes two bullets. He doesn't walk out. That's the contract. You don't touch it." "And if I do?" "Then I shoot you first and tell Nia you ran off with the money." Below us, the alley is empty. Rain slick on the concrete. One buzzing streetlight. Calder Rook is early. Of course he's early. The city's executioner, six-four, black coat, hands in pockets like he owns the kill floor. He doesn't look like a man about to die. He looks bored. My wrist itches. The thin white scar there always itches when time's about to break. "Ten seconds," Jax hisses. "Don't. Mara. Don't you dare." I count anyway. That's my whole problem. I count. Calder steps into the light. Two guys step out from behind the dumpster. No masks. No talk. One lifts a pistol. The shot is already happening in my head before it happens out there. "Mara!" I don't answer him. I drop. I slam my elbow back into Jax's knee, twist out from under the barrel, and I'm over the fire escape rail before he can rack the slide. I fall two stories. I hit the dumpster lid, roll, hit concrete. My ankle screams. "What the hell are you doing!" Jax shouts from above. The first bullet fires. Time tears. This is the part no one gets. It's not pretty. It's not magic light. It's like grabbing a live wire with your teeth. The second the bullet leaves the barrel, the air goes thick, syrupy, wrong. I can see the eleven seconds it owns. The bullet'

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