Todos os capítulos de Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The solarium was flooded with aggressive amounts of natural light.Easels were set up in a semicircle, facing the garden. The production team had laid down drop cloths to protect the expensive tile, and the air smelled of turpentine and linseed oil—scents that made Elion think of college art classes and failed attempts at pottery."Art Therapy!" Mira announced, sweeping into the room in a smock that looked like it had been splattered with paint by a designer. "Today is about expression! It's about taking the trauma of the last few weeks and turning it into beauty!"She clapped her hands."You have two hours. Paint your partner. Paint your feelings. Paint the void. Just make it emotional. Go!"Elion stood in front of a blank canvas. He held a palette knife in one hand and a tube of cerulean blue in the other.He looked at Cale.Cale was sitting in his wheelchair, staring at his own canvas. He hadn't picked up a brush. He hadn't touched the paint. He was just staring at the white rectan

The Butterfly Conservatory was a geodesic dome of hexagonally paneled glass, filled with lush ferns, humidity, and thousands of painted ladies fluttering in the heavy air.It was 9:00 AM. Mira had decided that the theme for the morning was "Rebirth.""Butterflies represent transformation!" Mira shouted from the entrance, holding a mimosa. "They go into the cocoon as goo, they come out as beauty! Just like your relationship! Now, go sit on the bench. Look peaceful. Look transformed."Elion stood at the entrance of the dome, his hand gripping the handle of Cale’s wheelchair. He wasn't looking at the butterflies. He was scanning the room."Okay, Cale," Elion whispered. "We're doing a sweep. Sector one: The floor.""Surface?" Cale asked. He was sitting rigidly, his hands folded in his lap, staring straight ahead at a blurring mass of green."Mulch," Elion reported. "Soft. Uneven. No trip wires. No loose cables.""Check for moisture," Cale commanded. "Mulch hides puddles. Slippage risk."E

The sun rose over the mansion like a reluctant witness returning to the scene of a crime.Elion woke up first. He was stiff, his neck cricked from sleeping sitting up in the armchair he had dragged back to the door after the chaos subsided. His hand was still gripping the brass lamp, though his fingers were numb.He opened his eyes.The Garden Room looked like it had been shaken by an earthquake that only affected Suite 1.The floor was covered in a glittering carpet of shattered glass from the mirror and the light bulbs. The vase on the mantelpiece was dust. The heavy velvet drapes were torn at the hem, as if something with claws had tried to drag them down.And the cold.It was still freezing. Elion could see his breath puffing in the air, a small white cloud in the morning light."Cale?" Elion whispered, his voice cracking."Here," a voice rasped from the bed.Elion turned.Cale was lying on top of the duvet, still wearing his clothes from the day before. He was shivering violently

The living room of the mansion had been transformed into a command center.Banks of monitors lined the walls, displaying feeds from every room in the house. But these weren't the standard high-definition images Elion was used to. These were spectral, washed-out visions in greyscale and predator-vision rainbow."Thermal imaging," Mira announced, gesturing to the screens like a proud parent showing off a report card. "Military grade. It detects heat differentials of point-zero-one degrees. If a ghost sneezes in the attic, we'll see the temperature spike."Elion stood in the doorway, gripping the handles of Cale’s wheelchair. He felt Cale tense up beneath his hands."It's invasive," Elion said loudly. "It's a violation of privacy.""It's safety," Mira countered. "We need to know what we're dealing with. Plus, it looks cool. Look at Sam."She pointed to a monitor labeled KITCHEN.On the screen, Sam was a glowing blob of red and orange, radiating heat like a furnace as he made a protein sh

The sound wasn't a drip anymore. It was a gurgle. A wet, choking sound coming from the throat of the room itself.Elion woke up with a start. He was curled in the armchair, his neck stiff, his hand still resting on the notebook."Cale?" Elion whispered."I hear it," Cale’s voice came from the bed. He sounded wide awake. Terrified."Hear what? The rain?""The rising," Cale said.Elion swung his legs off the chair.Splash.His feet didn't hit the carpet. They hit water. Freezing, ankle-deep water."Jesus!" Elion yelped, pulling his legs back up. "What the hell?""The perimeter is breached," Cale said. His voice was flat, devoid of affect, which Elion now knew meant he was on the verge of panic. "The drainage system failed. Or was pushed."Elion turned on the flashlight on his phone. The beam cut through the darkness.The Garden Room was a lake.Black, muddy water covered the floor, swirling around the legs of the furniture. It was rising visibly, bubbling up from the bathroom, seeping u