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.

she hit the ground, strong arms

the broken window and fled

out of the pool house. Orson

All the security footage in the area's been wiped-someone must've tipped them

pull off

in his arms. Dressed head-to-toe in black, he nearly vanished into the darkness. His chiseled features were cold, his

"Is everything ready?"

"But, Rupert—Tristan..."

saw there made him

Hospital.

she could feel that her body had been cleaned up, probably by

time, she found the sterile scent of

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

ran cold for a second before

needle tore free from her arm,

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

in a white coat rushed over, pinning Sylvia's arms gently while

Get away from me!

couldn't get free, she kicked out hard, landing

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

he didn't let go of her bleeding arm, worried she'd

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