Chapter 354

Rupert let go of her and slumped against a rock, silent.

No one spoke. It could have been a minute or an hour.

Eventually, he shifted his position, one knee drawn up for support. His voice was softer now. "Sylvia, what am I supposed to do?"

Sylvia blinked, confused by his question.

She turned, lips parting to answer, but before she could speak, Rupert's head suddenly dropped, bumping against her cheek.

His forehead was icy. She noticed right away-his usually strong, tall frame was trembling.

In the darkness, Sylvia fumbled closer, checking his wounds.

The shirt she'd used to bandage him was soaked through with blood.

She tore another strip from her sleeve and did her best to tie it tighter.

But it wasn't helping. Rupert only looked worse-his lips pale, jaw clenched, sweat beading on his brow. His hair was damp and stuck to his forehead, and his eyes had that hazy, feverish look.

"Uncle Rupert?” she whispered.

He didn't answer, every muscle tense like he was fighting something inside.

twisted. He didn't have to come for

at her own. After a second's pause, she pressed herself against him,

jolted, then wrapped his fist around her arm, holding

but there was nothing

voice was rough, ragged, holding an emotion she'd never

Sylvia murmured, clutching the locator hidden in her shirt, silently hoping Naomi would find them

suddenly, the sound of

shirt, but realized Rupert had already buttoned

It was Naomi's voice.

neat-freak-she'd actually come

relief washed over Sylvia, and her

in a

thing she saw was Naomi's anxious face looming over her. Sylvia nearly squeezed her eyes

Her voice came out dry

her a light shove.

time you

me to

panic alert on my phone! I'm too young for

poured her a

her head slowly

audio from when I was with

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