"Just you? A eunuch like you?" Rupert tossed the pistol between them, his face

unreadable. "Out of respect for your old man, I'll give you one shot. Pick it up."

Warren wiped blood from his mouth. "Don't you dare bring up my dad! You killed

him! You think I don't have it in me?"

"Oh? Who told you that? Your mom? That fake, selfish woman?"

"You don't get to talk about my mom!"

Before the words were out, Warren lunged for the gun. In a flash, Rupert yanked

off his scarf, looped it around Warren's neck, and yanked hard. Warren's feet left

the ground and he slammed onto the floor.

Rupert tightened the scarf, inch by inch.

Warren's face turned crimson as he gasped, "I touched her, you know. She's got

my mark-and a few other men's, too... Hahaha... ugh..."

The laughter made Sylvia look up. The sight before her slammed into her mind

like a falling iron lock.

All the buried, ugly memories from her past came rushing back.

The man by her hospital bed-his face finally clear. It was Rupert.

"You've been a mom once, and you didn't even know you were pregnant."

"You're... not happy?" Sylvia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

His dark eyes flickered as he squeezed her hand. "Sylvia, I'm tired. Let's go."

He paused, searching her face. "Okay?"

"Okay."

much

chose to believe him.

night, a group of men took her

this very

he dropped to his knees in the snow-silent,

man-one of those five-using the scarf his mother

him.

wonder Sylvia always thought the scarf looked familiar. She

after that day.

Of course.

She spent months in

hurt Rupert, over and over, without even realizing

tried to end her

When she woke up, she

happened.

No one was to ever remind her

people or that night.

string of numbers? It was

drifted back into that cold, distant

Rupert and begged him to let

looked at her with

complicated, pained gaze, but

did. He sent

his mother far,

foot in this

left, the sky was clear blue. He gave Sylvia

thinking back on

finally realized how terribly wrong

gripped her hair, flashes of memory racing through her

Tristan stood before Rupert.

back, and

don't

goes public. The

will never

like her or her

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