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.

at the patient and let loose: "Are you nuts? Who

Drag racing?

skipped a

was standing square in her line of sight-she

hurried over, grabbing

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

and he gave the person on the bed a

look

figure on the bed sat up,

arm draped over it—and a

moment, Chris reached for some supplies, and Sylvia finally got a clear look

widened in

There were two... Chrises!

with the watch-despite the gash on his

wounds, two nurses at the station whispered

"Caleb

He's

so cool even beaten

up.

all like

Dr Chris."

Can you believe

see him sweet-talking a bunch

started picking bits of helmet out of

and locked on to the diamond-shaped scar just above his

memory from years ago-a

was Mr Rupert who personally signed