Todos os capítulos de Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 119

The War Room smelled of stale coffee and victory.Mira Kovari stood in front of the main monitor, her arms spread wide as if she were embracing the digital chaos scrolling across the screen."Look at it," Mira whispered reverently. "Just look at it. It's beautiful."Elion stood by the door, gripping the handles of Cale’s wheelchair. Cale sat motionless, his hands folded in his lap, his face a mask of polite disinterest. He was wearing the black turtleneck Elion had picked out—partly for the "tortured artist" aesthetic Mira wanted, but mostly to hide the fading marks on his wrist."What are we looking at?" Elion asked, tired. "More hate mail?""Hate mail?" Mira laughed. "Elion, darling, you are stuck in the past. This isn't hate. This is worship."She clicked a remote. The screen filled with tweets, Instagram posts, and TikTok edits.User_Starlight: "He lost his voice saving him? That is the most romantic thing I have ever heard. #SilentLove"User_DarkSoul: "Cale Rion doesn't need word

The charcoal drawings were still spread across the floor like a map of a war that hadn't happened yet.Elion was on his knees, gathering them up. His hands were stained black with soot. He stacked the drawing of the maze on top of the drawing of the clock."We need to hide these," Elion whispered. "If Mira sees them, she'll think you're having a psychotic break. Again."Cale sat on the bed. He was watching Elion with that intense, silent focus that had become his new voice. He tapped his wrist. Time."I know," Elion said. "It's almost 9 AM. The crew will be here for the morning check."Cale shook his head. He tapped his wrist again. Harder.Time is running out."You're anxious," Elion noted. "Is it the drawings? The leak?"Cale touched his temple. He pointed to the door."Something is coming," Elion translated.Cale nodded. One squeeze on the air. Yes.There was a knock at the door.It wasn't the polite rap of Gary the PA. It was a heavy, authoritative knock. Three solid thuds.Elion

The city was loud.That was the first thing Cale noticed as the adrenaline of the escape began to fade, replaced by the dull, throbbing ache in his leg.The mansion had been quiet—a controlled environment of whispers and wind. But Brooklyn? Brooklyn was a cacophony of sirens, shouting pedestrians, and the rhythmic thump-thump of bass from passing cars.Elion parked the stolen production van in an alleyway behind a brick tenement building. He killed the engine.The silence inside the cab was sudden and heavy."We're here," Elion whispered. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white.Cale looked out the window. Brick walls. Fire escapes. Trash cans overflowing with wet cardboard."This is the safehouse?" Cale asked."It's my apartment," Elion corrected. "Or what's left of it. I haven't been here in six weeks.""Is it secure?""It has a deadbolt and a angry landlady who hates strangers. It's the most secure place I know."Elion opened his door. The humid city air rushed in, smelli

The pill bottle rattled in Cale’s hand.It was 8:00 AM. The light in the apartment was flat and dull, filtered through the grime of the city window.Elion was in the kitchenette, boiling water for tea. He watched Cale out of the corner of his eye.Cale was sitting at the small table, staring at two small piles of pills. One pile was bright red—antibiotics for the infection. The other pile was blue—painkillers for the leg.To anyone else, the difference was obvious. Danger red. Calm blue.But Cale was hesitating. His hand hovered over the red pile, then the blue, then back again. He picked up a red pill. He brought it to his mouth."Stop," Elion said.Cale froze. The pill touched his lip."Which one is that?" Elion asked, walking over.Cale looked at the pill. "It is the... analgesic. For the pain.""No," Elion said gently, taking it from his fingers. "That's the antibiotic. You already took one this morning. If you take another, you'll get sick."Cale stared at the small, round tablet

The street outside was a carnival of support.Elion peeked through the blinds. Four stories down, a crowd had gathered on the sidewalk. They held signs painted with glitter and marker: WE BELIEVE YOU, HANDS OFF CALE, and TRUE LOVE IS SILENT."It's a mob," Elion whispered, letting the slat snap back into place. "A friendly mob, but a mob nonetheless."Cale sat on the sofa, his leg propped up on the coffee table. He was staring at the radiator, which was hissing and clanking like a dying steam engine."They are a perimeter," Elion said, turning back to the room. "Lysander can't send a extraction team through a crowd of teenagers with iPhones. It would be a PR suicide."Cale didn't respond to the strategic assessment. He pointed to the radiator. He tapped his ear.Listen."I hear it," Elion said. "It sounds like it's chewing rocks."Cale shook his head. He made a twisting motion with his hand."Valve?" Elion guessed.Cale nodded. He pointed to himself. Then to the radiator."You want to