Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 475

Sylvia held her breath, stubbornly refusing to say a word.

Rupert's eyes darkened, storm clouds swirling in his gaze, as he didn't give her a chance to speak. He kissed her, aggressively, like a force of nature-his anger poured into the contact, fierce and unrestrained.

Sylvia struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free. She fought until her strength faded and her eyes filled with tears of pain.

Then, suddenly, Rupert's hand closed tightly around her neck.

His grip tightened. His sharp, cold features now looked even more menacing, his expression dark and brooding.

"All this just for him?"

"No!" Sylvia choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm not anyone's possession. I don't need to do this for anyone. I just don't want to be here, tangled up with you. Is that enough for you, Uncle Rupert?"

Rupert closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the storm had passed, though something unreadable flickered in their depths.

He brushed his thumb over her lips, still smudged with lipstick and raw where she'd bitten herself.

His voice was rough. "Sylvia, nobody's taking you away from here. Not even Lester."

The suffocating tension pressed in on her. Sylvia felt herself unraveling but forced herself to breathe, to stay in control.

Finally, she found the strength to say what she had to.

into the lake house. But

flash of something in Rupert's eyes, but

came.

icy and distant, like a fogged-up

stepping back so that the light

but that," he said quietly. "Ask for anything else

that moment, Rupert's phone rang. Reese's name lit

furrow. "I'll be right

walked out without another

watching his shadow

she'd be okay, but

didn't know how long she stood

drive. Sylvia quickly

if

breath as

jars of honey, and little bags of caramel popcorn for

"Mom, did you

"Relax, honey. The security here is

a lot of stuff.

care how