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.

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

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

something unusual. Her

Blood.

Rupert had just scraped himself, but who stands around

she started, but the words were barely out when he leaned

couch,

the kit in hand, Rupert had already shrugged off his jacket, struggling to lift one arm to

black shirt clung to his lean frame, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Every

Rupert paused and raised an

snapped her eyes away, feeling caught. "Just say

walk into his trap.

the first aid kit on the

made her stumble