Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 415

“Just you? A eunuch like you?” Rupert tossed the pistol between them, his face unreadable. “Out of respect for your old man, I’ll give you one shot. Pick it up.”

Warren wiped blood from his mouth. “Don’t you dare bring up my dad! You killed him! You think I don’t have it in me?”

“Oh? Who told you that? Your mom? That fake, selfish woman?”

“You don’t get to talk about my mom!”

Before the words were out, Warren lunged for the gun. In a flash, Rupert yanked off his scarf, looped it around Warren’s neck, and yanked hard. Warren’s feet left the ground and he slammed onto the floor.

Rupert tightened the scarf, inch by inch.

Warren’s face turned crimson as he gasped, “I touched her, you know. She’s got my mark—and a few other men’s, too… Hahaha… ugh…”

The laughter made Sylvia look up. The sight before her slammed into her mind like a falling iron lock.

All the buried, ugly memories from her past came rushing back.

The man by her hospital bed—his face finally clear. It was Rupert.

“You’ve been a mom once, and you didn’t even know you were pregnant.”

“You’re… not happy?” Sylvia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

His dark eyes flickered as he squeezed her hand. “Sylvia, I’m tired. Let’s go.”

He paused, searching her face. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

She had loved him then, so much that even when he suddenly changed, she chose to believe him.

But that same night, a group of men took her away.

Rupert found her in this very house, covered in blood.

When they got out, he dropped to his knees in the snow—silent, unmoving.

That day, he killed a man—one of those five—using the scarf his mother had left him.

No wonder Sylvia always thought the scarf looked familiar. She never saw it again after that day.

Of course.

Afterward, Sylvia broke down. She spent months in therapy.

She hurt Rupert, over and over, without even realizing it.

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