Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 349

Looking into her eyes, Rupert found it almost impossible to hold himself back.

Even the stray strand of her hair brushing across his nose seemed to tease him, stirring something deep inside.

Before Sylvia could react, he leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers, barely a whisper of a kiss.

But in the next heartbeat, his hand slid to the back of her neck, possessively deepening the kiss. It was intense, but brief; his clenched fist hovered near her ear, and Sylvia could actually hear the restrained tension in the way he held himself back.

Rupert stared at her, voice low. "Sylvia, you really are something else."

Sylvia blinked, confused by his words.

But he didn't give her a chance to ask. Instead, he tugged her down beside him, pulling the covers over them both.

"Get some more sleep," he murmured.

Sylvia squirmed, tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. She sighed in surrender and closed her eyes.

Out in the hallway-

Bridget gripped the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white. She stared at the two of them curled up together, trembling with rage.

But she didn't dare fling the door open. Instead, she spun around, holding back the urge to scream.

She'd barely reached the elevators when a hand clamped over her mouth and yanked her into the stairwell.

Dazed, she barely had time to process before a man, breathless and wild-eyed, crashed his lips onto hers with a bruising kiss.

up when she winced in pain, and when she shoved

Get your hands

didn't seem bothered. He cupped her face, kissing her

don't be mad. So, did you and Rupert sleep

scoffed. "Sleep? That's all you ever think about! I asked you to

can't even get that right. And you have the nerve to say

her

around her from behind, nuzzling into the crook

it, and I will. Soon enough, Sylvia won't be a

Bridget's eyes glinted. She spun to face him,

"Really?"

course," Caleb said

him into a

...

Sylvia drifted off to sleep, Rupert slipped out of the hospital

back of the car and lit a

tailed,"

to the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the same white van had been following them since the

across three lanes and took a sharp

"They're being

trained bodyguard-ditching a tail was

cigarette and pulled out his phone. "Chris, you

he's out on medical leave. You know how it is-he's a bit of

card, but he's the top of his

hurt, so they sent