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.

pain, and when she shoved

Get your hands off

cupped her face, kissing her forehead, then the tip

So, did you and

all you ever think about!

that right. And you have the

her

from behind, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and peppering kisses

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

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

"Really?"

said with a cocky

him into a

...

off to sleep, Rupert slipped out of

and lit a cigarette, exhaling the first drag before glancing at

being tailed," he said

up to the rearview mirror. Sure enough, the

nodded to Rupert in the mirror, then cut across three lanes and took a sharp right, losing the tail in

silence, considering. "They're being awfully persistent. Someone's been

a trained bodyguard-ditching a tail was

they were clear, Rupert stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out his phone. "Chris, you

up, Rupert? If you're looking for Caleb, he's out on medical leave. You know how it is-he's a bit of

card, but he's the top

and the professors love him. Got hurt, so they sent him