Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 416

When Warren was finally tied up, hands and feet bound tight, Sylvia could finally let herself believe she was safe.

By then, she was already drenched in cold sweat, her whole body limp and heavy.

As she collapsed, strong arms caught her. Someone scooped her up and carried her out the door.

It was just like the last time—except this time, they both made it out okay.

Sylvia kept thinking this had to be a dream. She reached up and touched the man’s face.

His stubble prickled her palm.

“Ouch. That’s scratchy.”

“I’ll shave in a bit.” Rupert’s voice, always so tense, finally sounded a little lighter.

“Rupert,” Sylvia whispered, running her hand gently over his brow.

He paused mid-step.

“Yeah?”

Just hearing his answer made her relax; it was like her whole body gave in to the darkness.

She slept hard, as if the whole world faded away.

In her dreams, old memories came flooding back—memories she’d tried so hard to lock away.

Everything felt upside down.

Even though she’d avoided disaster in this life, she still couldn’t accept the truth of what happened. What had she, Stella, and the baby who never made it out meant, really, in everyone else’s games?

Knock knock knock.

Someone rapped at the door again.

After coming back to the States, Rupert had taken her straight to the Garcia family home.

Naomi and Edwin would check on her every so often, knocking and asking if she was okay.

She never answered.

She had no idea how to face the world outside her door.

Outside, Naomi’s voice rang with worry. “What do we do? She still won’t talk to us.”

“I’ll try,” Edwin said quietly, turning and leaving the porch.

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