Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 311

Chapter 311

It was him.

Chris.

The man paused mid-motion. "You know me?"

Sylvia quickly looked away, shaking her head. Her voice trembled as she pleaded,

"I swear, I don't know anything. Why won't Ms. Lance believe me?"

She couldn't admit it-there might still be a slim chance to get out of this.

The man let out a cocky laugh. "Then you make sure to haunt her, you hear?" He raised the metal pipe and swung it down.

Sylvia instinctively curled up, bracing herself. But almost at the same instant, the man was flung across the room like a ragdoll, crashing into a row of lockers.

The lockers toppled in a domino effect, smashing through the plywood covering the window.

Moonlight spilled through the jagged gap, stretching the shadow of the man now standing before her. Blood dripped from his bruised knuckles, staining the ruby ring on his finger an even deeper red.

It was Rupert.

When she recognized him, Sylvia bit down on her colorless lips and slid down the wall, her legs giving out.

the ground, strong

through the broken

carried Sylvia out of the pool house. Orson approached, his expression

in the area's

Lance family could pull off something like

down at the pale woman in his arms. Dressed head-to-toe in black, he nearly vanished into the darkness. His

"Is everything ready?"

"But, Rupert—Tristan..."

he saw there made him

Hospital.

feel that her body had

the sterile scent of antiseptic oddly

"She's awake-she's awake!"

ran cold for a second before she

from her

Are you crazy? Lie back down! Molly, get in

white coat rushed over, pinning Sylvia's arms gently

Get away from me! Back

was raw and desperate. She thrashed, and when she couldn't get free, she kicked out hard, landing a solid blow to

me!" Chris doubled over, wincing. A little higher and it would've

her bleeding arm, worried she'd hurt herself

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