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.

feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the

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

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

outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes, Mr. Rupert

face in sharp clarity, every breath he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry to release

it doesn't! Let

deep eyes flickered with something unreadable before he slowly removed his hand from

rows of

remarking, "How many times has it been now? Turned into

rising with indignation. She huffed, refusing to respond, her silence promising retaliation louder than words. Rupert wiped his

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

The tightness of his chest and waistline

resistance. But in the next

to clean up the broken eggs scattered across the floor. Then, he took out fresh