Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 436

Rupert looked like he'd just bitten into a lemon.

He narrowed his eyes, icy as ever. "Sylvia."

Sylvia met his gaze head on. "Did you not see what Tristan pulled today? Was it fun for you, watching us get humiliated? I'm done playing these games with you, Uncle Rupert. Whatever happened that night-we're over it."

Between them, there was nothing left-just that formal "Uncle Rupert."

A cold spark flickered in Rupert's eyes. He turned and stalked toward the trash bins by the curb.

Sylvia watched his retreating back, her feelings a tangled mess. Did she want him to fish that bag out of the garbage, or just let it go?

She couldn't help herself: with every step he took toward the bins, her nerves wound tighter.

Just as Rupert was about to catch up to the housekeeper, a shriek cut through the garden path.

Everyone turned. Reese, her prosthetic leg catching on the flagstones, had fallen hard.

Sylvia instinctively glanced at Rupert.

stopped dead

taste of bitterness heavy on

end, but still, she couldn't help but watch Rupert

like that, her scarf-her favorite-was tossed into

or Reese now, Rupert

Sylvia straightened up and walked over, determined

are

up her dress a bit, revealing the sleek metal

me this new leg. It's super comfy, but I'm still getting the hang

it was raining and slid halfway across the

softened with

your face in front of your crush? She'd have rather melted into the

Sylvia-did you get a chance to try the chicken soup? I saw you were busy earlier, so

So it was Reese's

it hard

prosthesis seemed to be pinching.

said, scooping Reese up in

a playful look, finger to her lips in a mock

just wanted to be held by the