Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

The day after Sylvia found out that Rupert had helped her get in touch with her dream school, she went straight to find Lester.

She told him everything.

Since they were dating, she didn't want Lester to hear it from anyone else. Lying to him just felt wrong-especially when he'd always treated her so well.

After listening, Lester's advice was simple: be honest with Rupert and set things straight. As for the school, it was her future—she should pick whatever was best for her.

But Sylvia really didn't want to see Rupert in person. That's when she thought of asking Orson to pass on the message.

As soon as Orson's name was mentioned, Zion immediately volunteered to help.

Only... it had been over ten minutes since Zion sent the message and there was still no reply.

"Zion, did you do something to tick Orson off? He's Rupert's assistant-his phone is practically glued to his hand. If he hasn't responded by now, he's probably ignoring you," Sylvia pointed out.

Zion clicked his tongue. "He's really holding a grudge, huh?"

Sylvia eyed him suspiciously. "What did you do, exactly?"

Zion gave a mischievous grin.

Sylvia had a bad feeling and quickly said, "Never mind, I'll just ask Chris to help."

She pulled out her phone and messaged Chris.

In less than two minutes, Chris replied.

soon," followed by the address of

Zion wasn't grinning anymore.

from his paperwork and glanced

two together in private, it

file and said thoughtfully, “Chris is always there for

about to nod, then realized something was off in Lester's

you jealous?"

enough

reached over and pulled Sylvia into a gentle

vibe,

embrace, her hand stiffening

smelled nice-like fresh laundry

him hold her, telling herself to get

leaned in close to her cheek, she instinctively held her breath

noticed and eased up,

going to eat you," he teased, his words meant to make

someone had said those exact words to

gently when he saw

should go-it's almost time. I don't want to interrupt your work she replied getting to her feet.

up too and

next second, he

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initials stitched in

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