Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

As Rupert held her hand, his grip tightened, just a bit.

But when she finished her last sentence, all the strength suddenly left him, and they let go of each other.

He didn't look at Sylvia-his profile was shadowed with something heavy and unspoken.

Not a word passed between them as Sylvia walked away.

She stepped outside, took a few deep breaths, and turned back for a glance.

By then, Rupert had already disappeared into the ballroom.

He flashed a faint smile as he caught sight of Reese's beaming face.

Sylvia tilted her head up to the sun, but her cheeks were damp and cold.

One last time.

Really, the last time.

By the time Lester came out, Sylvia had already touched up her makeup. She pressed her lips together, hesitating. "So, about your dad..."

Lester laughed. "You don't have to be so nervous. My dad's always been pretty open-minded. He told me ages ago he'd never meddle with my relationships. He and my mom fell for each other on their own terms, and after she passed, it took him a long time to move on. I think that's why he really gets how important love is."

"So, what did he want to talk about?"

"He just asked about you, wanted to know what I think. He said he'll respect my decisions, but hopes I'll be careful-he wants me to think about what the future might look like."

something Scott would say honest, a little worried, but never overbearing. He hadn't criticized Sylvia or tried

felt her

her red eyes and grinned. "Hey, why the

overthink it, but also worried Reese might pick up on something

into a total lunatic. Gave me a

to get the hint and didn't

on, I'll walk you

"Okay."

She followed him out.

hotel lobby was bustling with guests in fancy

an ornate chandelier,

He looked different now-still

there was a dark

to him. People kept their distance, though

doors as Sylvia and Lester left together, his mind circling back

his dream, she and that little girl had also died eight

It felt too real.

in his sleep, he could almost feel the cold

Kay

hile

on you to take care of our Reese

said nothing, his silence

impatient, snapped, “Ms. Winslet is talking to

snapped Rupert out of his daze. He glanced at the lavish ballroom, at his stubborn,