Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 307

Chapter 307

The pain was sharp and relentless, like a thousand tiny needles pricking straight into her heart. Sylvia clenched the corner of her pillow, barely holding back a

shudder.

Suddenly, the air in the room turned chilly. She jerked upright, panic flooding her veins, just in time to see a shadow looming closer from behind.

"Who's there?" she demanded, voice trembling.

"It's me."

The voice made her freeze. In the soft, amber glow of the nightlight, she could just make out the figure at the foot of her bed.

Rupert.

Heart pounding, Sylvia snatched up her pillow and hurled it at him.

"Get out! How the hell did you get in here? This is breaking and entering! I can call the cops on you!"

Before she'd even finished, Rupert tossed her phone-previously left on her nightstand onto the duvet.

"Go ahead. Call them."

Sylvia stared at the glowing screen, realization dawning.

"Uncle Rupert, here to delete videos again? You just can't trust anyone, can you? Gotta protect your little fiancée all on your own.”

Her words dripped with sarcasm as she unlocked her phone with shaking hands. She already knew Rupert had wiped out every bit of evidence, but she still

scrolled through her gallery, hope flickering uselessly.

Nothing. Just a blank grid. Her stomach plummeted.

mattress dipped under Rupert's weight. He knelt at the

it aside, then

gave you a

sharp sting of nicotine filled the air between them. He must've smoked a whole

had

tried to squirm away, but he pushed her down, pinning

"Not even close."

as midnight, flickered in the low light. There was a storm behind them, something wild

in a shaky breath. The ache in her chest was

but he caught her wrists in one

leaving her exposed and

the edge of her eye, feeling the wetness

His voice was

bit her lip and turned

grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His hair fell

emotion flickered in

not clever enough," he murmured,

time to speak. He crashed

of her pain, her

in his pocket. He ignored it, but it wouldn't

last, he pulled it out, still tracing lazy circles over

screen, and heat in

clipped reply. Then he hung up, straightened

at Sylvia,

clutching the

Keep your

up

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