Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 99

Her lips barely parted to speak when he clamped a hand over her mouth, his face inching closer. Under the moonlight, his features sharpened - eyes like deep pools, alive with danger and aggression. Sylvia struggled against his grip, but he was immovable. Glaring at him, she bit down hard on his fingers.

Rupert merely frowned, not loosening his hold.

Footsteps approached from the hallway.

"Who's there?"

"Could it be the black sheep of the family, come stealing again? She had the nerve to ask for food in the middle of the night, as if she deserves it."

Stealing?

That had been Sylvia's perceived role in the Garcia family for too long. She was undeserving of anything they had; taking something-anything- made her a thief in their eyes.

released her bite, averting her gaze from his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the servants were nearing, Sylvia quickly gestured for Rupert to

her against the kitchen island. His overwhelming presence sent a ripple of panic through her, even as the chaos of the

me. The light's out; send someone to fix it. No need

turned respectful, "Yes,

back on, revealing his face in sharp clarity, every breath he took seemed to caress

it doesn't!

with something

of teeth

remarking, "How many times has it been now? Turned into a dog, have you?"

indignation. She huffed, refusing to respond, her silence promising retaliation louder than words. Rupert wiped his hand, leaning against

knew all too well that escaping Rupert's watchful eye in her condition would be impossible, so she conserved her energy. As she pondered, she suddenly found herself

his chest and waistline became pronounced

hand in resistance. But in the next moment,

him as he rolled up his sleeves, then... knelt down to clean up the broken eggs scattered across the floor. Then, he took out fresh ingredients from