Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 30

She just stood there, watching her bleeding, while Rupert pulled Bridget behind him.

Bridget chuckled from her safe spot.

Sylvia watched, her face turning ashen, managing only a bitter laugh.

Until the cops burst through the door.

"Who called 911?"

"I did." Rupert's voice was icy as he nodded towards Sylvia, "Take her away."

The officer, noticing Sylvia's wounds, exclaimed in shock, "That's a lot of blood. We need to bandage that up."

Rupert didn’t even glance back, his voice grave, "I said take her. She needs to face the consequences of her own actions."

And just like that, Sylvia was cuffed.

The officer, concerned for her well-being, pressed a bandage against her wound to stop the bleeding. The pressure made Sylvia wince in pain.

As she was led away, she paused, her voice light, "It wasn't me."

Rupert finally looked at her, just as Bridget fainted. He paid Sylvia no mind, carefully lifting Bridget into his arms.

Sylvia lifted her gaze to sweep the room, noting Rupert's presence in every corner of Bridget's apartment.

As she averted her gaze, their eyes met; Rupert’s gaze were icy-cold, as if he was daring her to beg for mercy.

He always liked playing god, manipulating life and death. It was his way of telling her she was trapped, unless he willed otherwise.

The taste of blood filled Sylvia’s mouth, but she forced it down and walked away without looking back.

Rupert's gaze paused, lingering on Sylvia's frail figure, hauntingly beautiful and seemingly about to vanish into thin air, beyond his reach.

The woman who used to smile while sneaking peaks at him seemed gone forever.

He glanced at Orson, who nodded silently before disappearing.