Todos os capítulos de Drowning in You: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

As I stepped inside, I saw Leo shivering. He wasn't just trembling; he was shaking with a violence that made his teeth chatter. He had tried to help the newcomers move their gear, and in the process, his sweater had become soaked from the mist. He was standing there, clutching his arms, his glasses fogged up and skewed on his face. "You're a complete idiot," I said, though the words lacked their usual bite. Leo looked up at me, his eyes wide and glassy. "I...... I just wanted to make sure they were settled." "Settle this first," I muttered. I stepped forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the mats. I didn't ask. I just acted. I grabbed the heaviest blankets we had, three thick, wooly things that smelled of dust and dampness. I threw them across the mats, creating a makeshift nest. "Get out of those clothes," I commanded. Leo froze. He looked at me, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. "What?" "The clothes are wet, Leo. If you stay in them, you'll get hypother

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped even further. I could feel the frost creeping across the walls of the roof access. I pulled the blankets tighter around us, squeezing Leo until he was almost a part of me. "Do you think we'll actually make it out?" Leo asked. His voice was small, stripped of its usual strength. "I don't know," I admitted. "But if we do, I'm not letting you go back to being a ghost, Leo. You're going to be real. You're going to be loud. You're going to be the most annoying person in every room we enter." "I can do that," Leo whispered. I fell asleep with the scent of him in my lungs, the feeling of his heartbeat against my ribs. It was the first time in years that my mind was quiet. No ghosts, no guilt, no images of sinking into the blue void. Just the warmth of the boy I had loved, hated, and finally found again. But the peace was a lie. I woke up hours later to a sound that made my blood turn to ice. it wasn't the wind. It wasn't the rain. It was

I walked away from her, but her words followed me like a shadow. I felt a sudden, oppressive weight on my chest. I looked across the roof and saw Callum. He was standing with a group of swimmers, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw tight. He looked powerful and arrogant, the golden boy of the sprint circuit. I wondered if the tenderness I had felt in the blankets was just a performance. As I approached the group, Marcus Vance stepped into my path. He was wearing a smirk that made me want to recoil. He had been watching the dynamic between Callum and me with a predatory interest. "Hey librarian," Marcus drawled. He leaned in, his voice loud enough for the others to hear. "You look a bit peaked. Maybe you're finally realizing that playing house with a Reid is a dangerous game." I ignored him and tried to move past, but he stepped with me, blocking my way. "I'm just saying Leo. We've all seen the way Cal gets. He's a predator. It's in the blood. He likes the chase, he likes the

"Callum," I whispered, my voice trembling. "What?" he replied, his voice a low, defensive growl. I didn't know how to tell him. I didn't know how to apologize for the coldness of the last few days. I just gripped his arm tighter, pulling him closer to me in the dark. "I'm sorry" I breathed. Callum didn't respond with words. He just shifted, wrapping his powerful arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him. He held me with a desperate, crushing intensity, as if he were afraid I would vanish if he let go. I closed my eyes, the image of Phoebe's laugh echoing in my mind. I knew that the war on the roof was only beginning. I knew that the secrets were still surfacing, and that the Black Tide was still waiting for us. But as I listened to the rhythmic beat of Callum's heart against my ear, I realized that the only thing more dangerous than trusting him was the thought of facing this nightmare without him. I pushed my glasses up my nose with one finger, a small, habitual mov

"Hey, Librarian," Marcus drawled. He leaned in. His voice was loud enough for the others to hear. "You look a bit peaked. Maybe you're finally realizing that playing house with a Reid is a dangerous game." I ignored him and tried to move past. He stepped with me and blocked my way. "I'm just saying, Leo. We've all seen the way Cal gets. He's a predator. It's in the blood. He likes the chase and he likes the conquest. Once the toy stops being fun, he throws it away. Just look at how he treats everyone else. You're just the current favorite." " Move, Marcus," I said. My voice trembled slightly. Marcus let out a short, mocking laugh. "Look at him. Still playing the saint. It's almost cute. Just remember, Leo, when the mask slips, you're the one who's going to be left in the water." I pushed past him and reached Callum. I didn't look at him. I didn't smile. I just started checking my gear in silence. I felt a sudden, cold distance between us. It was a gap that felt wider than the ocea