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.

a moment, Sylvia clutched the blanket tightly.

rest," Rupert's voice

go cold

seen the state she was in-he knew everything-and he was still covering for

took a shaky breath, her throat raw, her nose stinging, her whole chest

the blanket from

Unless you kill me, you

people were already circling for his spot. She refused to believe

was doomed to lose, she'd

"Kill you?"

brushed her ear, a dangerous edge in his

could react, his hand

shirt, and

touch

at her waist, fingers tracing slow

She grabbed his arm to

close, his breath hot on her

afraid to die,

glared at him, flustered. "You're doing this on

sharply, bumping her nose against

his usually

her gaze, his dark eyes growing

his hand and brushed his fingers along her cheek, his

hand with the IV stung a

calm, but his voice hoarse. "Just

was the meds, but Sylvia found herself too tired to