All Chapters of Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The sun rose over the state park like a bruised eye opening, casting a sickly yellow light through the dirty window of the ranger station.Elion woke up stiff. The floor was hard, and the scratchy wool blanket smelled of mildew. He rolled over, his hand reaching out instinctively for warmth.He touched cold air.Elion sat up, heart pounding. "Cale?"Cale was sitting in the desk chair, facing the window. He had pulled the tape and blanket back slightly to create a peephole. He was still wearing the dirty hospital gown tucked into jeans, with the grey cardigan draped over his shoulders like a cape.He held the brass lamp in his lap."Status?" Elion whispered, rubbing his face.Cale didn't turn around. "Visual confirmation negative. No hostiles in the immediate sector. However, auditory data suggests perimeter breach.""English, Cale. Please.""I hear dogs," Cale said flatly.Elion froze. "Dogs?""Canines. Tracking scent. Distance approximately two miles, approaching from the south quadr

The farmhouse sat on a hill, a dark silhouette against the moonlit clouds. It looked abandoned, lonely, and to Elion, it looked like heaven."Structure identified," Cale rasped. He was leaning so heavily on Elion that they were practically walking as a three-legged organism. "Two stories. Wood frame. Flammable.""It's not flammable, Cale. It's home. Or it used to be.""Wood burns. That is a chemical fact.""Just keep walking. We're almost to the porch."They dragged themselves up the gravel driveway. The rain had turned to a cold mist that clung to their skin. Cale’s breathing was wet and ragged, a sound that terrified Elion more than the silence of the woods.They reached the steps."Up," Elion said. "Good leg first."Cale didn't argue. He hauled himself up the porch steps, his face grey with pain. He collapsed onto the wooden swing that hung from the rafters."Perimeter check," Cale wheezed, trying to stand back up."Sit down," Elion ordered, pushing him back. "I'm checking the peri

The phone felt heavy in Elion’s hand. It was a burner he had found in Alex’s desk drawer—battery dead, but the charger still worked.It was 8:00 AM. Wednesday.Elion sat on the floor of the studio, his back against the red satin couch. Cale was asleep—or recharging—on the cushions above him."Are you sure about this?" Elion whispered, more to himself than to Cale."Certainty is a luxury," Cale’s voice rasped from above. He wasn't asleep. Of course he wasn't. "Probability favors the bold. Or the loud.""We're going to be very loud."Elion dialed the number. He knew it by heart. Mira Kovari had made sure every contestant memorized it on Day One.Ring. Ring. Ring."This is Mira," a voice barked. She sounded exhausted. "Make it quick, I'm managing a crisis.""Hello, Mira," Elion said.Silence."Elion?" Mira’s voice dropped an octave. "Oh my god. Where are you? The police are dragging the Hudson River.""We aren't in the river. We're dry.""Is he with you? Is he... alive?""He's here," Eli

The wind that swept through the Centurion Estate garden didn't feel like weather. It felt like a warning.It tore at the white roses zip-tied to the trellis, scattering petals across the runner like shrapnel. It whipped the tablecloths and rattled the lighting rigs. Above, the sky was a bruised, angry purple, heavy with a storm that was waiting for a cue."Places!" Mira shouted into her megaphone, her voice shrill with stress. "We are live in sixty seconds! Elion, Cale, get to the start marks! Todd, stop drinking the communion wine!"Elion stood at the entrance to the garden path, hidden behind a hedge. He was gripping Cale’s arm."Are you sure?" Elion whispered. "We can use the chair. No one will blame you."Cale stood rigid. He was leaning heavily on his crutches, his knuckles white. The navy suit fit perfectly over his bandages and the metal cage on his leg, but Elion could see the tremors running through Cale’s body. Every gust of wind that brushed his face made him flinch—the hyp

The morning light that crawled across the floor of Apartment 4B was grey and filtered through layers of city grime.Elion woke up slowly. His body ached—a symphony of bruises from the tackle, the fall, and the sheer exhaustion of the wedding. He was curled on his side, his arm draped over a solid warmth beside him.He opened his eyes.Cale was awake.He was lying on his back, staring at the water stain on the ceiling shaped like Florida. His face was pale, the dark circles under his eyes standing out like bruises on marble. He wasn't moving. He wasn't blinking."Cale?" Elion whispered, his voice thick with sleep.Cale didn't startle. He slowly turned his head. His eyes were dark, calculating, devoid of the morning softness Elion used to know."Subject is awake," Cale said. His voice was raspy, dry from the night."Don't call me Subject," Elion murmured, shifting closer. "I'm Elion. Your husband.""Elion," Cale corrected. "Husband. Status: Conscious.""Status: Tired," Elion groaned. "H