All Chapters of Drop-Dead in Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kat didn't know the answer. She refused to find out. Not now. Not any sooner.And yet even with Samuel long gone, even with the gateway to Hell closed and away from them, the only thing she could think about was his question and how everything might just be a quest to find an answer. By the time she and Calix exited the Egyptian gateway and busted out into the front steps of the mansion, the bound men on the stairs and on the lawn were no longer there. Instead of taking that as a good sign, they just ran to the gate as fast as they could and boarded into the truck without a word to each other. 

No. That couldn't be. The medallion couldn't be the only thing sustaining Kat. She couldn't possibly this dependent on a piece of magical jewelry with no clear origin and no concrete rule about how it worked.There must be an explanation, she told herself firmly as she leaned against the side of the tub. Surely this wasn't the truth.But hadn't she just basically withered and gotten suffocated the moment she'd let go of the medallion? Hadn't

For a moment Calix couldn't believe his ears. Even as Kat recoiled with a hand on her mouth, he was still pretty certain that he hadn't heard Thisbe correctly.He leaned closer to the mirror. "What?""A traitor, Calix," Thisbe repeated through gritted teeth. "Come here una

Calix would openly admit that when it came to humans and the stuff they did, he could be completely clueless. However, he would also proudly announce that he knew Kat wasn't happy.She wasn't even remotely alright, no matter how many times she assured she was. The past couple of days had proved that.

The civil, formal, and detached version of Calix was way worse than any post-argument treatment Kat had ever experienced, and that was saying a lot.Even now, after a couple of hours had passed, she still couldn't believe how quickly everything had gotten out of hand. It was a marvel, really, how she'd managed to destroy their bond in one blow. Now, he was giving her exactly what she'd asked for, which was space, and she hated every single moment of it. His curt, aloof manner not only translated into direct stabs to her heart, but also fuels to her already heightened anxiety ab

"I'm sorry," Kat stammered, backing away onto the opposite door as Lissy marched towards her. "I'm sorry, I just thought that—""Fuck that," Lissy snapped.A mix of fear and hurt rose in Kat's throat, combined with the desperate urge to argue and defend herself. Howe

Calix's head shot up, his heart doing a flip in his chest. "What?”“Oh, please,” Lissy scoffed. “Guys who look like you are the work of the devil. You have bad news written all over your pretty face. What do you want from Kat? Why is she dating you?”A breath of relief escaped him. For a second he thought she was a spy from the Underworld or an impostor, but his problems with her were not over yet. She was still onto him, in a way that was more dangerous than if she were a spy. “We are . . . She is not dating me. We are just friends."

The morning rolled in like a flash, piercing Kat's barely open eyes in the form of blue skies and yellow-spattered tree lines. Along with this she heard the distant roar of cars and muffled murmurs, the sign of a place coming to life.There was a weight of an arm around her waist, and she was highly glad to know that it was Calix's.His name alone was enough to paint a small smile on her lips. She turned, careful not to move his arm, and opened her eyes enough to see him sleeping peacefully next to her. His other arm was under her head, serving as her pillow. While their position wasn't entirely comfortable, she wanted nothing more but to sink back to sleep with him, but the sunlight had already stung her eyes.However, her sticky eyelids weren't the only things hurting.The familiar sting in her chest was back in full swing and with even more power than before. She knew instantly that it was her pendant cuts, only this time they gave her the sensation of

Freezing. Cold. That was what Calix had said he'd noticed, even though Kat hadn't. Could this mean that it was her way of healing, or was this only an introduction to something worse?This question kept Kat awake that night. Her body felt almost jelly-like with exhaustion, but her mind was as active as ever. Even with Calix's warmth beside her, she had very little comfort. Sleep eluded her. She kept coming back to the past. She remembered the suffocating sensation brought upon by removing the medallion, the fragile layer of ice forming on her skin, the heavy suspicion settling on her gut that told her everything was just a prelude—"Kat?"

"No, go lower," Kat instructed. "There. Yeah, that's it. Now rub it.""What?" Calix's head shot up, his eyes dazed but still conveying confusion. "Like . . . like this?"She almost cackled with joy. "Yes! Exactly like that."With that, he waddled back to the brass Buddha statue and put a hand on its shiny belly before proceeding to move his palm in big, circular motions. Meanwhile, she took out her phone and began filming him.