บททั้งหมดของ Four Night Stand: Puck Me Zaddies: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter Forty-Two: Things I Don’t Call By Name Rowan's PovThe fire burned lower as the night deepened.I sat close enough to feel its warmth but far enough not to be careless. The others were winding down, voices softer now, laughter fading into comfortable silence. Cassian stretched out on the ground like he owned the forest. Julian stood with our mother near the cooler, talking quietly. Elliot sat across from me, still and observant, his face half-lit by the flames.And Aira sat beside me.Not touching. Not leaning in. Just there. That alone was enough to make me more aware of my own breathing than I liked.I told myself it was the setting. The quiet. The fact that we were away from everything familiar. Situations like this made people notice things they usually ignored. That was all it was.That had to be all it was.I glanced at her again, careful not to linger. The firelight softened her features, shadows dancing across her face. She looked calmer than she had earlier, but ther

Chapter Forty-Four: Morning After the Quiet Aria's Pov I woke to the sound of birds. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. The canvas above me was unfamiliar, the air cooler, heavier with the scent of earth and pine. Then it came back in pieces the fire, the tents, the forest wrapping around us like something alive. Camping. I shifted slightly inside my sleeping bag and listened. The campsite was already stirring. Footsteps moved nearby. Something metallic clinked softly. Cassian’s voice carried faintly from somewhere to my left, complaining about sleeping on the ground like it was a personal offense. I exhaled, relieved. Normal sounds again. I pushed the zipper down and stepped out into the morning. The sky was pale, just starting to warm, sunlight filtering through the trees in thin lines. Dew clung to the grass. The fire pit sat cold and dark in the center of the clearing. Rowan stood nearby, sleeves rolled up, setting a pot over a small burner. He look

Chapter Forty-Six: What I Saw in the DarkAria's Pov I didn’t sleep.I lay there long after the house went quiet, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts ran in slow, endless circles. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind pulled me back to the same things the message, Elliot standing in my doorway, the way he had said not tonight like it was a decision already made.Silence pressed against my ears until it became unbearable.By the time I checked the clock again, it was just past four.I gave up.The house felt different at that hour. Too still. Too empty. Like it was holding its breath. I moved quietly out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and slipping out of my room without turning on the light. The hallway was dark, shadows stretching along the walls in unfamiliar shapes.I told myself I was just thirsty.The stairs creaked softly under my feet as I went down, every sound amplified by the quiet. I reached the kitchen and opened the fridge, the light spilling out like a relief. I grabbed

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Things People Don’t SayJulian's Pov I noticed the change before anyone named it.It wasn’t dramatic. No raised voices. No slammed doors. Just a shift in rhythm. A hesitation where there hadn’t been one. A look held a second too long. The kind of thing most people missed because they were too busy reacting instead of watching.I watched.Aira came home quieter than she’d left. Not withdrawn. That kind of awareness came from something unresolved. Rowan hovered closer without meaning to. Elliot stayed calm in a way that felt deliberate rather than natural.Cassian, as usual, missed all of it.I didn’t.At dinner, Aira barely touched her food. She listened more than she spoke, eyes drifting occasionally toward the doorway, the window, the hallway. She wasn’t afraid. She was tracking.That concerned me more.“Everything okay?” I asked casually.She nodded. “Yeah. Just tired.”Rowan glanced at her immediately. Elliot didn’t.That was telling.Elliot waited a beat,

Chapter Fifty: ProximityElliot's Pov Silence was useful.People underestimated it. They thought danger announced itself with noise, with force, with urgency. In reality, silence was where decisions formed. It was where patience paid off.Aira locked her door.I heard it.The sound carried softly through the hallway, a small click followed by the faint shift of wood. She didn’t slam it. She didn’t hesitate. She locked it because she understood something had changed, even if she hadn’t named it yet.Good.Awareness came before survival.I stayed where I was for a moment, listening to the house settle. Cassian’s television murmured downstairs. Julian’s footsteps moved once, then stopped. Rowan was still awake, I could tell by the way his door creaked and didn’t fully close.Everyone thought they were alert.They weren’t.I moved quietly back to my room, shutting the door without sound. My phone sat where I’d left it, face down on the desk. It hadn’t moved. It didn’t need to.I checked