《Chain My Heart Too, Gamma》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

LalaI run to the door, my chest heaving, legs trembling from the panic and the hangover that still clings to me. I bang on the wood with both fists. “Kael! Kael!” My voice cracks halfway, hoarse and desperate. Nothing. Silence. My stomach twists. I can feel his heartbeat faintly through the bond, shallow but alive. That means he’s conscious… barely.I pound again, harder this time. “Kael! Come on, answer me!” My voice sounds small to me, pathetic even, but I don’t stop. My hands are red and raw from the knocks, but I can’t care. I can feel him slipping, and that thought makes my chest tighten.The door stays locked from the inside. My mind races. What the hell can I do? My fingers dig into the wood, nails breaking, heart thundering. Panic curls in my stomach, bitter and sharp. Then it hits me—Cliff. He has keys to every room.I don’t even think. I twist on my heel and sprint down the hall, stomach lurching with every step, hair sticking to my sweat-damp forehead. I barreled into Clif

KaelI wake to a faint scent drifting in the air, soft and stubborn the way it always is, like it’s trying to crawl under my skin even when I’m too tired to care. My head feels heavy, like I’ve been asleep for days instead of… I don’t even know. I shift a little, breathing in again just to be sure, and it hits me harder this time, enough to make something twist deep in my chest.Lala.It slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Lala…”For a second, I think I imagined the sound that answers me. It’s small and tired and definitely not what should be here with me. My eyes stay shut as everything feels too foggy, but I say her name again.“Yes…?” the voice whispers, and it’s right beside me this time, not in my head, not fading away, but actually here.My eyes snap open.I turn to see Jack—he’s sitting right next to the bed, his back slightly hunched, his eyes red and swollen like he’s either been punched or crying for hours. He looks like hell. He looks like someone who hasn’t slept

Kael“Who are you searching for, Lala?” I ask, my voice low, but my chest feels like it’s about to cave in. The way she’s looking at me—hesitant, guarded—makes my stomach twist.She shifts slightly, hands resting on her knees. For a moment, she doesn’t speak. Her eyes flick to the floor, then back to mine, and I can feel the weight of something she’s been carrying for a long time.Finally, she exhales, the sound almost like a small gust of wind escaping through a crack. “I… I’m looking for my daughter,” she says, voice trembling just enough to show the weight of the truth.I blink, stunned. “Your daughter…?” My voice comes out softer than I expected, almost uncertain, but I can’t hide the shock.She nods, eyes fixed on some distant point in the room, as if she’s looking through walls and time itself to a place only she can see. I notice the faint quiver in her lips, the way her hands fidget slightly in her lap.“Her name is Rosella, she's been the one reason I have been escaping.”“Ro

LalaMy head is still pounding like someone is inside there hitting pots together, and honestly I deserve it because I was the idiot who decided drinking on an empty stomach last night was a good idea. Even now, in the afternoon, my tongue tastes like old metal and something sour, and I swear the air feels heavier than usual. Kael is sitting on the bed, looking all serious again even though he’s trying not to look too concerned about me, since I told him everything, his expression totally changed.I push his shoulder lightly and lean in to kiss him, it feels like the one thing grounding me at the moment. “I’ll be back soon,” I murmur against his lips, trying to ignore the stupid flutter in my chest. “I don’t want food from the kitchen. I want real fresh food… like proper food.”The hallway outside his room smells like a mix of cheap cleaning spray and old wood, which is exactly what Cliff’s Motel should smell like. I drag my fingers along the wall as I go down the stairs to the staff

LalaThe world rocks under me, like I’m floating but can’t breathe. Something keeps hitting against the wood beneath me, and there’s a constant squeaking sound, like wheels biting into the dirt. It takes me a while to understand that I’m moving, that I’m in a wagon, that my hands are tied behind my back so tight the rope cuts into my skin. My head throbs each time the wagon jolts. Every movement sends another sharp sting up my arm.My mouth is dry, and there’s a piece of fabric pressed between my teeth. My throat feels swollen. The smell of hay and sweat fills my nose, and the sound of the horses ahead, their hooves slapping against the ground, just keeps echoing. I try to twist my wrists a little, but the rope burns. My eyes are covered too, a strip of rough cloth pressed against my lashes. I can’t see anything. Only the darkness behind my eyelids.Someone laughs outside, a loud, rough laugh that makes my stomach clench. Another voice answers, louder, bragging, like this is a celebra