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.

ground, strong arms

man, seeing this, scrambled through the broken window and fled

carried Sylvia out of the pool house. Orson

gone. All the security footage in the area's been

pull off something like

black, he nearly vanished into the darkness. His chiseled features were cold, his eyes

"Is everything ready?"

"But, Rupert—Tristan..."

Whatever he saw there made him swallow and

Hospital.

was still hazy, but she could feel

first time, she found the sterile scent

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

thudded and her blood ran

needle tore free from her

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

over, pinning Sylvia's arms gently while calling for the

me go! Get away from me! Back

and desperate. She thrashed, and when she couldn't get free, she kicked out

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

of her bleeding arm, worried she'd

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