Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 331

The sensations inside her felt like she was strapped into a roller coaster-one of those wild ones that launches you up into the clouds, only to drop you back down again, leaving you weightless as a marshmallow floating in the air.

Sylvia knew her brain was coming up with the weirdest metaphors, but that's just where her mind went.

Pleasant, but also seriously freaky.

Mark stared at her for a moment, his eyes lingering. "Excited, huh? Feels good, doesn't it? You're even more my type than in your pictures."

Pictures?

Type?

What was he getting at?

Sylvia barely had time to process before Mark unzipped a bag he'd stashed in the corner of the private lounge.

When she saw what was inside, cold terror rushed through her. She started to struggle, every muscle tensed.

Mark just grinned, moving closer with whatever he'd pulled from the bag.

...

Private Lounge.

by Tristan's cousin-Charles-who also ran

tradition, Rupert was supposed to address him and his brother as Uncle

Bridget walked in, the two men and their families didn't even bother to stand. Honestly, their youngest sons were old enough

this wasn't London or

Rupert and the woman with him, then gestured to the seats at the far end

a formal dinner, seating arrangements meant everything. No matter what, Rupert and she were the guests of honor

she started, her voice quietly

evenly, gently steering her to the assigned

had clearly already been picked through,

casually, "Charles and

and scraps-hardly a warm welcome.

soup over. Bridget's got a bit of a

pink.

and Uncle Steven shot

really are in love.

deny it, basking in the attention. "You're too

its temperature himself before handing it

nodded at the waiter to pour Rupert a drink. "Rupert, even though the Lance family's fallen on hard times, you don't need to worry so much

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