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 in his

of bitterness heavy

would end, but still, she couldn't help but watch Rupert turn away from the

that, her scarf-her favorite-was tossed into the garbage truck and

Bridget in the past, or Reese now, Rupert had never chosen

up and walked over, determined not to make a

Sanford, are

up her dress a bit, revealing the sleek metal of

this new leg. It's super comfy, but I'm still

stone path is a nightmare. I tripped out here once when it was raining and slid halfway

softened

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

you get a chance to try the chicken soup? I saw you were busy

So it

at Reese's clear, sincere eyes, Sylvia found it hard

stand, but her prosthesis seemed to be pinching. She winced,

scooping Reese up in

her away, Reese shot Sylvia a playful look, finger to her lips

She just wanted to be held by