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.

from his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the servants

overwhelming presence sent a ripple of panic through her, even as the chaos of the moment surged

didn't even glance at the door, calmly stating, "It's me. The light's out; send

voice outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes,

breath he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry

No, it doesn't!

with something unreadable before

of teeth marks

his palm. He shook his hand, casually remarking, "How many times has it

her

be impossible, so she conserved

up, Rupert was removing his shirt. The tightness of his chest and waistline became pronounced under the

Sylvia raised her hand in resistance. But in the next moment, she was enveloped inchis jacket, its residual

clean up the broken eggs scattered across the floor. Then, he took out fresh ingredients from the fridge. With his back to Sylvia, he casually asked, "How about