บททั้งหมดของ The Boy In His Bed Is A Girl : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

NOVA The academy looks different. Somehow, it is both brighter and louder. Most of the buildings are splashed with shades of red and green paint. They clash so badly I almost feel offended. How typical. Nothing says "Blood Moon Tournament" like questionable color choices and fake enthusiasm. "Aren't we supposed to register for the tournament or something?" I ask Rhydar as we head across the courtyard. A group of students in matching shirts runs past us, nearly bumping into me. Someone's blasting music from the dorm balcony. Everything smells faintly of fresh paint. "Already handled," Rhydar replies. I blink. "Already?" He smirks. "Of course." I roll my eyes. Perks of being a billionaire, I guess. He probably bought the entire registration office just to skip the line. By the time we reach the dorms, the familiar scent of cleaning polish hits me. It is comfortingly normal after days of danger and god-knows-what-else. Suddenly, there's confetti being thrown over us. Litera

RHYDAR I have the strangest feeling right now. It's almost like foreboding but with a hint of terror. And that's something because I don't scare so easily. "Did you register me for combat?" Nova asks with a worried look on her face.That's exactly why I am terrified. "I didn't. I swear I didn't. I didn't want to register for combat, but the registration officer wouldn't have it. So, I grabbed you a ticket to watch and then I registered for combat—"The sound of cheering erupts outside. I rise to my feet, uneasy."CREED! CREED! CREED!"Nova swallows hard.I reach up, pulling her hood over her head. "Come on. Let's see what's going on."She clenches her fists, then nods.Together, we head back to the stands.The stands are packed when we get there, the crowd chanting so loud it rattles the air."CREED! CREED! CREED!"Nova tugs her hood lower, trying to see past the people pressed against the railing. My eyes sweep the ring, and then the air vanishes from my lungs.Two name pan

NOVA The words have barely left his lips when a sharp pain ignites on the back of my neck right where the previous sigil had been. I let out a startled cry, my claws extending. "Now, go ahead. Kill him," Leo says, and in an instant, I feel my bones breaking and reshaping. It hurts. Goddess, it hurts. I’m screaming, convulsing as my wolf’s power is unleashed. By the time the shift is complete, Summer charges at Rhydar, knocking him down on his back when he attempts to rise. 'No! Stop!' I yell at her, but she doesn't listen. She bites into Rhydar's throat, tearing off his flesh relentlessly. And all I can do is scream and cry, helplessly. There's so much blood everywhere. Rhydar's body jerks once... then goes still. His chest isn't rising. His eyes are open but empty. Still, Summer doesn't stop. She keeps tearing, snarling, lost to rage. I stare at the scene before me, dissociating. My vision blurs. And suddenly, when I blink again, I'm back where I'd been frozen befor

NOVA Waking up beside Rhydar is one of those experiences that makes me go all tingly inside. Every. Damn. Time. How is it fair that someone looks that good while unconscious? He's sprawled beside me, one arm slung possessively over my waist. His new buzz cut makes him look dangerously sexy. It shouldn't be allowed. I kind of miss the long hair, though. It used to tickle my face when he kissed me, and I liked pretending to complain about it. But even now, even like this, he's beautiful. Unfairly beautiful. And still... I can see it. The pain. The exhaustion. The weight loss he thinks I haven't noticed. The dark circles that no spell can fix. He's falling apart quietly, and it kills me too. It's weird, this new world I live in. I keep expecting to hear things like the rush of water, a knock on the door, or even my own laugh. And then I remember that I can't. Sometimes I even open my mouth to say something, and nothing comes out. I mean, sound probably does, but... I can't h

RHYDAR The elevator hums steadily as it moves up the academy building, but my head won't stop pounding. It's been two nights since the vision, and I still haven't slept properly. Every time I close my eyes, I see it again. Nova's blood on my hands, her eyes empty, the world burning behind her. Nova leans against the mirrored wall beside me, watching me quietly, as though she can read every thought I'm trying to bury. 'You look like hell, Rhy,' she signs. I try to smirk, but it doesn't quite feel right. "Thanks," I mutter, pressing two fingers to my temple. She laughs softly and moves closer, lightly stroking along my cheekbone. Her ring glints under the fluorescent light. My ring. The sight should make me smile. Instead, bile creeps up my throat. All I can see is the same hand, dripping with blood, trembling as it reaches for me in that vision. The elevator jerks slightly as it slows. My stomach twists with it. Fuck. I crouch down abruptly, elbows on my knees, trying t