Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her body plummet through the air before crashing into the icy, bone-chilling Atlantic.

She was numb all over, too exhausted to fight, and didn't even want to try. She let herself sink, the ocean's weight pressing down on her lungs, the cold making her thoughts blur and fade.

Suddenly, the water above her churned as a figure dove in, breaking through the

waves.

She tried to make out who it was, but she couldn't hold on any longer. There's no way it could be Rupert, she thought dimly. He'd never jump from that high.

Just before her world went black, strong arms wrapped around her, and suddenly someone's lips pressed against hers-breathing life back into her. Instinctively, Sylvia clung to her rescuer's neck as they kicked up toward the surface.

But just as they neared the air, the grip around her loosened. She reached desperately for the blurry silhouette, but her fingers caught nothing but cold water.

A second later, another hand grabbed hers, pulling her fully into the open air.

She coughed and spluttered, choking on seawater as she tried to catch her breath. Blinking salt from her eyes, she looked up to see who had saved her.

"Mr. Sanford..." she gasped.

Lester wiped the water from his face, his expression thunderous. "I never should've agreed to this back at the square. Do you even realize how dangerous that was?"

Lester pulled her into his arms. She didn't resist, just stared blankly

wail of sirens echoed

sand, where his assistant, Zion, hurried over with

hell out of us, boss. You can't just go jumping into

get the paramedics to check on Sylvia first," Lester said, rubbing

ambulance, and EMTs

of hypothermia. We need to get her to the hospital," one of them said, wrapping another blanket around her

steps before a sudden pain stabbed through he chest. She turned to look back at the sea, a

it?" Lester

looked at his pale, chattering face and shook her head. "Nothing. Come

me, will

course," he said, steadying her

Orson burst through

teeth chattered. He hauled a

on his way. Just hang in

pressing his hand to his

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