Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 307

The pain was sharp and relentless, like a thousand tiny needles pricking straight into her heart. Sylvia clenched the corner of her pillow, barely holding back a

shudder.

Suddenly, the air in the room turned chilly. She jerked upright, panic flooding her veins, just in time to see a shadow looming closer from behind.

"Who's there?" she demanded, voice trembling.

"It's me."

The voice made her freeze. In the soft, amber glow of the nightlight, she could just make out the figure at the foot of her bed.

Rupert.

Heart pounding, Sylvia snatched up her pillow and hurled it at him.

"Get out! How the hell did you get in here? This is breaking and entering! I can call the cops on you!"

Before she'd even finished, Rupert tossed her phone-previously left on her nightstand onto the duvet.

"Go ahead. Call them."

Sylvia stared at the glowing screen, realization dawning.

"Uncle Rupert, here to delete videos again? You just can't trust anyone, can you? Gotta protect your little fiancée all on your own.”

Her words dripped with sarcasm as she unlocked her phone with shaking hands. She already knew Rupert had wiped out every bit of evidence, but she still

scrolled through her gallery, hope flickering uselessly.

Nothing. Just a blank grid. Her stomach plummeted.

under Rupert's weight. He

bed, grabbing her phone and tossing it aside, then hauled

gave you

the air between them. He must've smoked a whole pack, Sylvia thought, struggling to

had enough of this

but he pushed her down,

"Not even close."

eyes, dark as midnight, flickered in the low light. There

The ache in her chest was overwhelming, like being caught in a rip

shield her face, but he caught her wrists

above her head, leaving her

his thumb along the edge of her eye,

voice was rough.

her lip and

her chin, forcing her to look at him. His hair fell over

flickered in his

not clever enough," he murmured, voice barely

give her time to speak. He crashed his lips against hers, devouring every protest, every bit of

her pain, her struggle, he swallowed

insistently in his pocket. He ignored it, but it

still tracing lazy

in his eyes cooled instantly. "Yeah,

Then he hung up, straightened his

at Sylvia,

clutching the covers

your

up