Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Rupert glanced down and immediately noticed Sylvia standing barefoot on the cool kitchen tiles. He loosened his arms around her ever so slightly. "You're not wearing shoes?"

Sylvia wiggled her toes, a little sheepish. "Your slippers are huge, you know. I kept tripping. It's not like I forgot or anything."

"Didn't ask," Rupert replied, a trace of a smirk playing on his lips as he studied her.

Sylvia squirmed, suddenly self-conscious, and tried to step away, but before she could, Rupert swept her up and set her down on the marble kitchen island.

"Don't move," he murmured.

He turned around and carefully picked up the shards of a broken glass from the floor, tossing them into the trash. Only when he was sure the floor was safe did he wash his hands and return.

Sylvia made to climb down, but Rupert blocked her, hands braced on either side of her, trapping her against the countertop.

She leaned back a little, putting a hand on his chest to keep him at bay. "Uncle Rupert, weren't you hungry? I could make you some oatmeal or something?"

He gave a low, amused snort. "Too bland."

"Okay, what do you want then?" she asked, but the second the words left her lips, she met Rupert's intense, almost predatory gaze. Her heart skipped a beat.

"What do you think?" His voice was rough, barely above a whisper.

Sylvia bit her lip, cheeks warming under the kitchen lights. She tried to push him away, but he caught her hand, pulling her closer, his arms caging her against him.

dark eyes bore into hers. "Sylvia, patience

exactly what he meant, and her cheeks

apart with his own. As he leaned in, her body tensed, and a

reacted like this was back at Willowbrook Manor, when Bailey had

every time he tried to cross that line,

hurt you

directness, and for a

instead of setting her down on the

these for now. I'll order us

shaky breath as she tried to regain her

hour

figured she'd eat, then

through the meal, rain started hammering against

"You're staying in the guest

rain pounding outside and gave in

rooms here—she just had to pick the

pointed to the door next to his.

made a face.

the table, while Rupert disappeared into

study, Rupert called