Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 354

Rupert let go of her and slumped against a rock, silent.

No one spoke. It could have been a minute or an hour.

Eventually, he shifted his position, one knee drawn up for support. His voice was softer now. “Sylvia, what am I supposed to do?”

Sylvia blinked, confused by his question.

She turned, lips parting to answer, but before she could speak, Rupert’s head suddenly dropped, bumping against her cheek.

His forehead was icy. She noticed right away—his usually strong, tall frame was trembling.

In the darkness, Sylvia fumbled closer, checking his wounds.

The shirt she’d used to bandage him was soaked through with blood.

She tore another strip from her sleeve and did her best to tie it tighter.

But it wasn’t helping. Rupert only looked worse—his lips pale, jaw clenched, sweat beading on his brow. His hair was damp and stuck to his forehead, and his eyes had that hazy, feverish look.

“Uncle Rupert?” she whispered.

He didn’t answer, every muscle tense like he was fighting something inside.

Sylvia’s heart twisted. He didn’t have to come for her. But he had.

She hesitated, then unbuttoned Rupert’s shirt and tugged at her own. After a second’s pause, she pressed herself against him, trying to warm him.

Rupert jolted, then wrapped his fist around her arm, holding her close.

His eyes, dark and intense, locked on her, but there was nothing romantic about it—just pain and something deeper.

“Don’t be scared,” his voice was rough, ragged, holding an emotion she’d never heard from him before.

“I’m not,” Sylvia murmured, clutching the locator hidden in her shirt, silently hoping Naomi would find them soon.

Her thoughts blurred. Then, suddenly, the sound of machinery echoed outside.

She reached for her shirt, but realized Rupert had already buttoned it up for her.

“Sylvia! Sylvia!”

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