Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 387

Sylvia.

Her again.

She let out a sharp, cold laugh, her voice low so only Rupert could hear. “If I can’t have her, then no one can. And you—don’t even think about it.”

Right then, a motorcycle roared straight into the ballroom, sending guests scrambling and ducking behind tables and chairs.

The bike screeched to a halt right in front of Bridget. The rider stretched out a hand. “Bridget, come on! Let’s get out of here!”

Without hesitating, Bridget grabbed their hand and swung onto the back of the bike. In a split second, they were gone, tearing out of the wedding and leaving chaos behind.

As they sped past, Bridget shot Sylvia a venomous look—a look that promised this wasn’t over.

Up on the dais, Rupert’s cool voice cut through the stunned silence.

“The bride’s taken off—wedding’s over. Folks, help yourselves to some food before you go.”

Like this had nothing to do with him at all.

The event staff jumped into action, switching the wedding music to some mellow jazz, trying to salvage the evening as if nothing had happened.

Only then did Sylvia snap back to reality, her phone buzzing insistently in her pocket.

It was a message from Naomi.

“Come to the lounge.”

“Okay,” Sylvia texted back.

She glanced around. Rupert and the Garcias were nowhere in sight.

Not wanting to waste a second, Sylvia hurried toward the lounge.

She’d barely stepped inside when a glass flew right at her face. She froze, too stunned to react.

But Rupert, walking just ahead of her, didn’t even flinch. The glass hit him in the temple. Shards skittered to the floor, and a trickle of blood slid down his face, making him look even colder, more dangerous.

The room went dead silent, nobody daring to breathe.

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