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.

to

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

his fist around her

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

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

hidden in her shirt, silently hoping

Then, suddenly, the

realized Rupert had already buttoned it up for her.

It was Naomi's voice.

come down

Sylvia, and her last thread of consciousness

up in a

face looming over her. Sylvia nearly squeezed her eyes shut again in

Her voice came out dry and

her a light shove.

time you

me

a panic alert on my phone!

her

sipped gratefully, her

the audio from when I was with those

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