Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 223

The memory of their recent kiss lingered in Rupert's mind, adding a new depth to

his gaze.

Sylvia felt a shiver down her spine under his intense stare, instinctively looking up at him.

Rupert's eyes traced her face before settling on her lips, still warm from their encounter. He swallowed hard, his throat moving with the effort.

"There's only one way to keep that mouth of yours quiet," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. The implication was crystal clear, and Sylvia couldn't help but understand.

But then, realization dawned on her, and anger flashed in her eyes. "You tricked me! You didn't drink at all. There's no smell of alcohol on you."

"Smart girl, but... a bit too late," Rupert replied, glancing down to where he stood.

It hit Sylvia then-he had slipped into the house unnoticed during the commotion, and before she could react, he had calmly shut the door.

them at him. To her surprise, they hit his shoulder

as if to protect itself. Sylvia's anger gave way to concern, and she quickly stepped

shirt, she felt something unusual. Her hand recoiled,

Blood.

himself, but

the words were barely out

other option, she helped him over to the couch,

rustling behind her. When she turned back with the kit in hand, Rupert had already shrugged off his jacket, struggling to lift one arm

but admire the sight. The black shirt clung to his lean frame, highlighting his

gaze, Rupert paused and raised an eyebrow.

away, feeling caught. "Just say

about to walk into his trap. Who knew what he was

the first aid kit on the coffee table, only to find

proximity made her