Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chris rubbed his temples. Seriously, Orson and Rupert had been around each other way too long-saying even one extra word seemed physically painful for them.

He tried to explain, "He just wants you to do what makes you happy, Sylvia. It's not like he's trying to control you or anything."

Sylvia arched an eyebrow, a smile curling at the corner of her lips, half amused, half not. “Well, first off, tell him thanks. Second, maybe let him know I'd appreciate it if he stopped sending people to spy on me."

She hadn't told anyone about the training program, so if Rupert knew, it meant he had someone watching her. That much was obvious.

Chris started to blurt out, "But that's only because="

Orson reached out and stopped him, cutting him off. "Ms. Lloyd, I'll pass along the message. But I doubt that's the only reason you wanted to talk tonight, is it?"

Sylvia's throat felt tight. She took a sip of her coffee, stalling for a second.

"Orson, you know us better than anyone. You've watched this whole mess unfold from the start. You know how it ends, maybe better than we do."

"So whether you're his assistant or just his friend, please-talk some sense into him. Tell him to stop before he goes too far."

The table fell silent. The hum of the restaurant faded into the background.

Orson set down his mug, his expression serious. "Ms. Lloyd, I'm afraid I can't do that."

Sylvia stared, stunned. She couldn't understand this was the right thing for everyone, wasn't it? Why not just agree?

"Is this really a matter of right and wrong?" Orson asked quietly. "If it were that simple, don't you think he'd realize it? With the power he has, if he truly wanted to be free of you, don't you think he'd have done it already?"

the world paused for a second,

twice. Two men, dressed like waiters, crossed the room and

others off,"

of the men glanced

explain to Mr. Rupert

"Understood."

out, rounding up the rest of their crew and leaving the

him jogging past her apartment every morning

on the same route

the studio. Content

to s

it, Orson nodded toward the door. "Ms. Lloyd, why

outside for

frowned but grabbed her

as it had when she'd

in, and there were more ].

commuters, couples, kids eating ice cream

sight of

her phone, meaning to text Chris and Orson that

shoved her hard from behind-she stumbled straight into

the road-didn't slow down, in fact, it sped