PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

TANYA'S POV The mid-semester review board met in the Research Wing’s presentation room. It was this narrow space at the end of the main corridor with high ceilings that made every voice echo a little. The air always smelled like hot projector bulbs, and that cheap institutional carpet, plus the nervous sweat of people who knew their whole project could get killed in the next twenty minutes. Three senior researchers sat behind the long table. Professor Halloran ran the show. He had this calm, slow way of talking, like he’d sat through a thousand of these and already drained all the drama out of them. Dr. Yuen was from the pack medical side. I knew her from the advanced seminar series. And then there was Dr. Ferris. I’d never met her before, but her name tag said enough, and the way she looked at our data folder said she already had questions. I’d been in this building every single session since the fellowship started. I knew where the light switches were. I knew the code for the

MAX'S POV The essay was supposed to be about border law. That 1987 tweak to the Inter-Pack Territorial Accord, the one that fixed how they handled neutral zones after the Northern Schism. It was due on Thursday. I had all the tabs open, sources stacked up, and half an outline scribbled in my notebook. And zero words written. My brain just checked out somewhere around the third paragraph of the main source. I shut the laptop. The room felt too quiet. My roommate had gone home for the long weekend, so there was no music thumping, no random phone calls, none of that background hum of another person just... existing in the same space. I'd been alone in here before, but this time it was different, like the quiet had weight. Like something was actually listening. I grabbed my phone. Pulled up Gideon's contact. Set it back down. He'd called me two days ago. On the surface, it was normal stuff—hockey, midterms, the coach's latest obsession with suicide drills. But underneath, it fel

GIDEON'S POV He pulled up to the east gate at 11:40 AM in that beat-up blue pickup he’s been driving since he was eighteen. Cracked left blinker, passenger mirror held on with electrical tape; he keeps saying he’ll fix one of these days. I’d been standing there waiting for twenty minutes. Told myself it was just timing. Really, it was because I needed him here before any more of this mess moved forward. Max killed the engine, and the first thing he did was look straight at me. Not the normal hey-what’s-up look. The other one. The one he’s been giving me since we were sixteen, the one that cuts right past whatever face I’m putting on and finds what’s actually going on underneath. He’s got the whole reference library on me memorized by now. He didn’t say anything right away. Just stood there by the truck with his bag slung over one shoulder, looking at me in the morning light. I looked back. We had one of those silent conversations that don’t need words because words would only ma

TANYA'S POV The plan was Gideon’s idea, and I went along with it mostly because it made sense and I was trying really hard not to think about the other reasons. We needed a place to talk where Jess couldn’t listen through the walls and where the whole campus wouldn’t see Gideon Hemisphere and Tanya Davis standing together like some kind of headline waiting to happen. The north ridge path seemed right. The eastern part, away from where the first attack happened, has those perimeter lights every so often. Private enough to be honest but not so hidden that it felt stupid. I got there first. Stood under one of the amber lights and kept watching the tree line the way I’d been watching everything lately. Like any normal thing might suddenly mean something if I looked at it long enough. He came from the east building exit, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, walking that easy pace that somehow covered ground faster than it looked. He stopped right beside me, and we both just faced t

GIDEON'S POV I texted Seraphine at 10:14. Suite. Now if you can. Bring the notebook. She read it right away. Three minutes later, she replied: On my way. I set the phone down and looked around the room. Max was over at the window doing the same thing I’d been doing for the last twenty minutes, just watching the campus perimeter lights sweep in their slow arcs and tracking the security patrols. His hands rested flat on the sill, and for the moment, they looked normal again. Tanya sat at the desk with her phone and the old historical document open side by side, cross-checking details with that focused look she gets when she turns fear into work. The lockdown had been going on for forty minutes now. The official security channel said three teams were still at the attack sites and a fourth was sweeping the whole perimeter. No one got hurt tonight. The rogues had pulled back the second the lockdown kicked in. That told us something. They weren’t here to hurt anyone. They were her