Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

He ignored the blood pouring from his wound, gripping the steering wheel with

wild excitement, jerking it left and right, desperate to throw the man clinging to the roof off through sheer force.

After being jolted twice, Sylvia braced herself by clutching the seat. She took a deep breath, then sprang forward, looping her arm around Yves's neck from behind.

"You want to die so badly? Let me help you!"

"You crazy bitch! Let... let go!"

Yves's cheeks flushed red, but his lips were ghostly pale from blood loss in his leg. Agony flickered across his face, and his foot eased up on the gas without him realizing.

That was Rupert's chance. He managed to regain control, scrambling down from the car roof and maneuvering his own vehicle to block Yves's, forcing him to a

stop.

Seeing this, Yves was pushed over the edge. He violently shrugged Sylvia off.

She slammed into the seat and took several seconds to recover.

Yves grabbed the wheel with white-knuckled hands, an unsettling grin twisting his mouth.

"Sylvia, do you really think he'd risk his life to save you?"

Sylvia's breath caught in her throat.

Before she could even sit up, Yves suddenly yanked the wheel hard, sending the car careening off the road.

he was ready to take them both

plunge, but half the vehicle now hung over the edge, swaying precariously above the raging waves below. Sylvia stared at the churning

terrified she stopped breathing, too

had shattered in the crash-there was still a way

her sleeves over her hands

wriggle halfway out when suddenly a bloodied hand clamped around her

always told you your legs were gorgeous. Ha... He can't

grip was almost gentle as he ran his

through her. She reached for the rocks ahead, but before she could grab

even have time to scream. The car

she was done for, Rupert's

Yves still had

forearm bulged with effort. Gritting his teeth, he growled, "Hold on

to Rupert's hand and

me in the act using herself as Poor bait when in

by the salty wind, drilled into Sylvia's skull, making her head throb and her

up at

all along

juste stood by and watched Kay force me to

Rupert said nothing.

streamed down his face, plastering his hair to his forehead and hiding

the storm blur her

sorrow.