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

felt her body go

state she was in-he knew

raw, her nose stinging,

from him, wrapping herself up

calling the police. Unless you kill me, you can't stop me," she spat

new role, and people were already circling for his spot.

she was doomed to lose, she'd at least stir

"Kill you?"

breath brushed her ear, a dangerous edge in

she could react, his hand slipped under

shirt,

her bare skin-his touch rough,

at her waist, fingers tracing

She grabbed his arm to

was close, his breath hot on

softly. "Not afraid to die, but

at him, flustered. "You're doing

her nose

surprised, too, his usually cool expression

gaze, his dark eyes growing impossibly

lifted his hand and brushed his fingers along her cheek, his

with the IV stung

at her, his eyes calm, but his

meds, but Sylvia found herself