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

and tugged at her own. After a second's pause,

fist around her

her, but there was nothing romantic about it -just pain and something

holding an emotion she'd never heard

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

suddenly, the sound of machinery

reached for her shirt, but realized Rupert had already

It was Naomi's voice.

come down

relief washed over Sylvia, and her

woke up in a hospital

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

voice came

her a

time you

scare me

on my phone! I'm too young

Naomi turned and poured her a glass

sipped gratefully, her

the audio from when I was with those two guys get to your phone? The recording-where

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