Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 312

The nurse quickly hooked Sylvia up to a fresh IV, working with swift efficiency.

Once everything was in place, Rupert glanced over at Chris.

"You can wait outside."

Chris clutched his stomach with one hand and rubbed his arm where Rupert had yanked him earlier. "Does this count as a workplace injury or what?"

The hospital room door closed quietly behind him, leaving Sylvia and Rupert alone.

Sylvia came back to her senses, instantly trying to wriggle out of Rupert's arms. But he held her tight from behind, his broad chest warm and unyielding, a strong and possessive presence wrapping around her.

His voice was low and cold. "You knew she'd come after you, didn't you?"

"I didn't know. Didn't you say I'm not clever enough, Uncle Rupert? How could I possibly read people's minds?" Sylvia murmured, half-defiant.

"Still arguing?"

Rupert sat behind her, his face unreadable, his tone giving nothing away.

He pulled the blanket over the two of them, tucking her in almost brusquely.

His body heat filled the chilly space beneath the covers, turning it instantly cozy.

Sylvia felt awkward, pinned in place, unable to move even if she wanted to.

The room fell quiet except for the faint rustle of the blanket, an intimate sort of silence lingering in the air.

clutched the blanket tightly.

Get some rest," Rupert's voice turned icy, shutting

felt her body go cold all over

she was in-he knew everything-and he was still

her throat raw, her nose stinging,

yanked the blanket from him, wrapping

Unless you kill me, you can't stop

stable in his new role, and people were already circling for his spot. She refused to believe the entire police department belonged to the Lance

to lose,

"Kill you?"

cold breath brushed her ear, a

react, his hand slipped under

her shirt,

touch

hand lingered at her waist, fingers tracing

grabbed his arm to

face was close, his breath hot on her neck, sending

softly. "Not afraid to die, but this makes

flustered. "You're doing this on

sharply, bumping her

seemed surprised, too, his usually

his dark eyes

brushed his fingers along her

the hand with the IV stung a

at her, his eyes calm, but his voice hoarse. "Just

it was the meds, but Sylvia found herself too