Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 417

She thought she'd finally gotten herself together, but the tears came anyway-hot and heavy, spilling out everything she'd been holding back: her child, her past, her entire world.

She sniffled, voice trembling. "Uncle Rupert..."

"I'm not your Uncle Rupert," Rupert said, frowning in annoyance.

"Uncle Rupert..."

He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, fine. But cut it out with the runny nose, or I can't kiss you."

"Wha-"

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers before she could finish.

Sylvia froze, her hands instinctively rising, but he caught them, fingers lacing through hers. Her hands trembled in his.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of their breathing, the whispers between their lips.

Sylvia tried to push him away, but she was too weak-she could only stare up at him, wide-eyed.

For a second, she thought she saw something flicker in his dark eyes-a hint of tenderness, gone as quickly as it appeared.

Then he pulled back just a little, voice rough. "Sylvia, who am I?"

Her mind was blank, but his name tumbled out anyway. "Rupert."

smiled, just a little. “That's right. Just remember it's

kissed her again, hands moving over her with a

moments before, was

when she thought she couldn't take

moment to steady himself, then reached over and flicked on the bedside light. He picked

eaten in days, so she and Edwin have

food, but she was no fan of oatmeal. She only

pictured her mother's face, grimacing over another spoonful

a mix of sadness

the dad jokes," she muttered. "Call me by my name," Rupert said, stirring the oatmeal. "But...

"Oh,

on.

when

care

we

each

held out a spoonful, eyes fixed on her,

grumbling, "It's

voice was low. "You

felt charged, full of

rubbing her

a knock

Sylvia called, opening her mouth

stopped dead, staring at Rupert as he fed Sylvia oatmeal like it was

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