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.

Rupert was hosted by Tristan's

family tradition, Rupert was supposed to address him

and Bridget walked in, the two men and their families didn't even

from the bustling city, this wasn't London or New York. Rupert wasn't the one

the woman with him, then gestured to the seats at the far

glanced at the spot, frowning. In a formal dinner, seating arrangements meant everything. No matter what, Rupert and she were the guests of honor tonight—how could they be shunted

started, her voice quietly

gently

been picked through, and even the wine

with chicken bones and said casually, "Charles and I were hungry, so we started without you. You

scraps-hardly a warm welcome.

bring some chicken soup over. Bridget's got a bit of a chill,

pink.

Uncle Steven shot her a

you two really are in love. We'll be hearing wedding

didn't deny it, basking in the attention.

its temperature himself before handing it to Bridget, who ate with

family's fallen on hard times, you don't need

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