Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 48

Halfway there, Warren got a call from home saying that Fiona had her arthritis acting up again. Rainy days like these made her arthritis flare up, leaving her tossing and turning all night in pain. After her husband passed away, Fiona had almost made it a daily ritual to visit the church, praying for solace, which consequently took a toll on her knees.

Sylvia stretched out and gestured towards an upcoming intersection, "Warren, you can drop me off there. I can take the subway back to college. I just need to borrow your jacket though." "Sylvia..." Warren sounded apologetic.

"Warren, I'm in my twenties, I'll be fine. Your mom now must be in pain. You should hurry back to her."

"Alright."

He pulled over, adjusted the jacket on her, and reminded her to be careful. With a nod, Sylvia stepped out of the car.

She watched as the car drove off, and then made her way to the subway station. The station was a bit of a trek from her college, so she braced against the wind and rain with her umbrella.

She hadn't reached the college gates when suddenly, headlights flared in front of her. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, thinking she had taken a wrong turn.

Just as she was about to step aside, a blurred figure stepped in front of her.

leather shoes, Sylvia frowned, trying to bypass him when her umbrella was suddenly snatched away. She tugged at it, and a gust of wind blew it out of her hands. "My umbrella! What exactly

like we

was expressly deep, even the rampant storm unable

her

revealed coldness; in the next second, the jacket draped over Sylvia's shoulder was stripped off fiercely, and then tossed away

retrieve it, Rupert grabbed her wrist

"Get in the car."

go of me! I'm not going anywhere with you. We said all we had to say during that meeting! I need to get back to the

free and ran back into the storm. She searched for

under their umbrellas whistled and laughed. Hugging herself, Sylvia headed towards the college. Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground and carried over

""Put me down!"

your campus. I wouldn't bet on your classmates

carried an umbrella with one hand, the other securing Sylvia, without even

"You..."

the car and turned her head away from Rupert. Then, a piece of clothing was thrown over her head.