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.

her gaze from his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the servants were nearing, Sylvia quickly

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

The light's out; send someone to fix it.

voice outside immediately turned respectful,

he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry to release her, his gaze finally

Mmm! No, it doesn't! Let

with something unreadable before he slowly removed his

rows of teeth

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

her silence promising retaliation louder than words. Rupert wiped

Rupert's watchful eye in her condition would be impossible, so she conserved her energy. As she pondered, she suddenly found herself lifted and seated on

of his chest and waistline became pronounced under the shadow of his

the next moment, she was enveloped inchis jacket, its residual warmth chasing away

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