Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 24

By the time he slumped unconscious beneath the seats, Sylvia finally ceased her assault. She adjusted her clothes, stumbling and rolling out of the car.

As she propped herself up, not a word could escape her lips; dragging a blood-soaked, deformed purse, she shuffled step by step towards the exit.

Halfway there, a car's dome light suddenly flickered on across the way.

Sylvia shielded her eyes momentarily, and then, as her vision adjusted, she saw Rupert, impeccably dressed, stepping out of his vehicle, in stark contrast to her disheveled state. Their eyes met, and Rupert frowned. It wasn't until the sound of police sirens filled the air that Sylvia snapped back to reality.

A gloved officer approached her, extending a hand, "Ms. Lloyd, we need the evidence you're holding."

"Is he dead?" Sylvia asked coldly.

"No, he's been taken to the ER."

Noticing her distressed state, the officer's response was cautious.

Sylvia nodded, though a tension remained in her mind.

purse into an evidence bag, offhandedly remarked, "Lucky

latched onto

she asked, turning

glanced at Rupert, who was leaning against his car smoking, and without saying more, secured the

exuding a forbidding aura, out of place amidst the chaos.

gaze briefly flitting over the swelling on her

heard his words, the

in the scent of blood, she quivered her lips while gazing at him, "You saw me, didn't

Rupert silently acknowledged.

down, she casually wiped

For me to kneel and apologize? If that's the case, you could've said so." Stepping back to

deep, his expression turning stormy like the night sky

grabbed her hand, pulling her in front of him with a

she refused to comply? Refused to be

had loved him? Did she

agreed to the dinner with Naomi,

pulled away, her neatly adjusted collar coming undone