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.

she exclaimed, grabbing the keys from the table and hurling them at him. To her

shoulder instinctively hunching as if to protect itself. Sylvia's anger gave way to concern, and she quickly stepped up to him, pulling at

of his shirt, she felt something unusual. Her hand recoiled,

Blood.

scraped himself, but who stands around bleeding

barely out when he leaned heavily on her

other option, she helped him over to the couch, then hurried to the cabinet to fetch

her search, she didn't notice the rustling behind her. When she turned back with the kit in hand, Rupert had already shrugged off his jacket, struggling

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

raised an eyebrow.

eyes away, feeling caught. "Just

to walk into his trap. Who knew what he

the coffee table, only to

proximity made her stumble