Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 313

But right now, Sylvia had bigger things to worry about.

If she really wanted to go to the police, there'd be an injury report-she'd need to check what was still missing from her medical file.

She swung her legs out of bed, but the moment her feet hit the floor, her knees buckled like she was standing on marshmallows.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself forward, step by shaky step, toward the doctor's office.

She was halfway there when the office door slammed open so hard it nearly hit the wall.

Chris burst out, cell phone pressed to his ear, shouting, "Are you out of your damn mind? What the hell were you thinking?"

He was so worked up, he barreled right past Sylvia without even noticing her.

Watching him go, Sylvia remembered that guy who'd run from the locker room. There was something... familiar, and yet off.

Chris had just had his face shield smashed in by Rupert, and had crashed into a bunch of lockers. So why did he look perfectly fine now, like nothing had happened?

And why, if Rupert knew about Chris and Bridget's affair, did he still trust Chris so much?

A million questions buzzed around Sylvia's mind.

Ignoring how weak she felt, she pushed herself off the wall and followed Chris down the hall.

He headed straight into the ER.

Sylvia hovered outside the half-open door, peeking in.

There was a row of beds, each with someone laid out on it.

Chris made a beeline for the center bed and yanked the curtain aside.

and let loose: "Are you

Drag racing?

skipped

standing square in her line of sight-she couldn't see who was

grabbing Chris

got a hobby, you know? He was wearing protective gear. Aside from some fractured bones and a

and he gave the person on the bed a gentle

take a look

it, the figure on the bed sat up, looking utterly

draped over it—and a flashy watch

and Sylvia finally got a clear look at the

widened

There were two... Chrises!

guy with the watch-despite the gash on his

two nurses at the station whispered to

"Caleb

He's

so cool even beaten

up.

all like

Dr Chris."

you believe

see him

then, Chris had already started picking bits of helmet

locked on to

overlapped with a memory from years ago-a doctor she'd

was Mr Rupert who personally