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.

way to concern, and she quickly stepped up to him, pulling at his

her fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt, she felt something unusual. Her hand

Blood.

himself,

but the words were barely out when

to the couch, then hurried to the cabinet to fetch the first

the kit in hand,

The black shirt clung to his lean

paused and raised an eyebrow. "Like

snapped her eyes away, feeling caught. "Just

to walk into his trap. Who

placed the first aid kit on the coffee table, only to find Rupert suddenly

proximity made her stumble