บททั้งหมดของ Four Night Stand: Puck Me Zaddies: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter Fifty-one: The Thing That Shouldn't Be There Aira’s Pov I noticed it when I dropped my bag on the bed.That was all. No dramatic moments. No sudden rush of fear. Just a pause that lasted longer than it should have, because something in the room felt slightly off. I stood there with my hands still on the straps of my bag, looking around as if I had forgotten why I came in.The room looked the same as always.The curtains were half drawn the way I left them that morning. My bed was still neatly made, untouched. My desk chair was angled toward the window, exactly where I had pushed it before leaving. Nothing looked disturbed, and that was what made the feeling harder to explain.Then my eyes landed on the dresser.The bracelet was there.It was placed beside my jewelry tray, not thrown carelessly, not hidden. I just sat down, as if someone had wanted me to see it immediately. I took a step closer without realizing I was holding my breath. The chain caught the light from the win

Chapter Fifty-three: Closer Than I Realized Aira's Pov I stopped checking the time.I lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, listening to the house. Nothing sounded wrong. No footsteps. No voices. Just the usual early-morning quiet.That didn’t reassure me the way it used to.Downstairs, the smell of coffee filled the kitchen. My mother stood at the counter, humming softly as she worked. Cassian was already awake, scrolling on his phone, unusually quiet for once. Julian leaned against the doorway, eyes sharp, like he had been up longer than the rest of us.Elliot was there too.He sat at the table, one leg crossed over the other, coffee untouched in front of him. He looked rested. That was the first thing I noticed. Not tense. Not tired. Just… steady.“You’re up early,” my mother said when she saw me.“I couldn’t sleep,” I replied.Elliot looked up. “You should nap later.”The way he said it made my shoulders stiffen.“I have classes,” I said.“Rest doesn’t always wait

Chapter Fifty-five: Morning Without AnswersAira's Pov I felt trapped in the middle of something I didn’t fully understand.That night, I locked my door and sat on the bed, phone in my hand. I didn’t want to check it, but I did anyway.Unknown Number:You’re starting to notice patterns.I stared at the screen.Me:You’re inside my house.The response came slower than usual.I’m closer than you think.My heart pounded.Me:Why won’t you just tell me who you are?Several minutes passed.Because once I do, you won’t be able to pretend anymore.I tossed the phone onto the bed and stood up, pacing the room. I couldn’t sit still anymore. Every part of me felt restless, like my body already knew something my mind hadn’t fully accepted.A soft knock came at the door.Elliot’s voice followed. “You should get some rest.”I didn’t open it. “I don’t trust you.”There was a pause.“That’s fair,” he said.“Then stop acting like you’re in control,” I snapped.Another pause.“I never said I was,” he

Chapter Fifty-seven: Where I Place Myself Rowan's Pov I didn’t plan to change my routine. That’s what I told myself when I reached for my keys again that morning. It wasn’t a decision I sat with or questioned. It felt practical. Logical. Someone had to drive her, and I was available. That was all. Still, I noticed that I didn’t hesitate. I waited by the door before Aira came downstairs. I leaned against the wall and checked my phone without really seeing what was on the screen. I wasn’t in a hurry, but I was aware of the time in a way I usually wasn’t. When she appeared, she looked the same as she had the past few days. Not sick. Not fragile. Just worn in a way that didn’t match how quiet her days had been. “You ready?” I asked. She nodded. “Yeah.” We left without drawing attention to it. That had become normal too. Nobody questioned why I was the one driving her most days now. Maybe they didn’t want to. Maybe they were pretending not to notice, the same way I was pretending

Chapter Fifty-nine: The Weight of Being AwakeAira's Pov I woke up before my alarm again.This time, I didn’t bother checking the time. I already knew it was too early, the kind of hour where the house feels suspended between night and morning. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet. Not searching for sounds. Just be aware of them.Nothing moved.That should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. Silence had started to feel deliberate, like something that could shift at any moment if I let my guard down.I got out of bed slowly and pulled on a hoodie. The floor felt cold under my feet as I stepped into the hallway. I didn’t hear anyone else awake. No doors opening. No voices. Just the faint hum of the house breathing around me.I went downstairs for water.The kitchen light stayed off. I didn’t need it. I knew the layout well enough to move through the space without bumping into anything. I poured myself a glass and leaned against the counter while I d