Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 42

It felt like how she nestled in his arms at that wild night.

Rupert inexplicably lifted his hand, intending to caress her cheek, but his fingers curled back just before touching her. In the end, he lowered his hand.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a new message.

Rupert frowned slightly and got up to leave.

...

Sylvia was utterly exhausted.

Ever since her unexpected second chance at life began, she'd been on edge, the mental strain making her sleep anything but peaceful. Especially since she felt like someone was watching her.

a figure by the window, a lit cigarette in hand, its glow flickering

eyes, she was met with the comforting presence of

immediately explained her presence, "Hello, I'm the officer handling your case.

Sylvia managed to sit up. "What's

This means his testimony is now irrelevant. You're off the hook, and he'll

someone just become schizophrenic out of the blue?" Sylvia's face turned pale, struggling to accept this turn of events. She knew

"Everything was above board, certified by the

clear. Only someone with connections and influence could

to be related to

hard to breathe. Reality had dealt her another harsh blow. If she wanted to stand a chance against Bridget, she'd have to confront Rupert. But how could she possibly measure up

the officer said

darkness. After what felt like an eternity,

home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way of extending an

that, Sylvia lay back down, aimlessly