Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 394

Sylvia stepped out of the shower and slipped into the guest room’s bathrobe.

She paused, surprised to find it was a men’s robe—long and almost dragging on the floor.

Weird, she thought. The last time she’d visited, she hadn’t really paid attention to the details of the house. Now, looking around, she realized there was absolutely no sign of Bridget’s life here. Actually, there wasn’t even a hint that any other woman had ever stayed over.

Had Bridget never actually lived here at all?

Puzzled, Sylvia crawled into bed. The down comforter—fluffy as a cloud—immediately stole her attention, cocooning her in warmth.

God, this is nice.

She rolled over, closed her eyes, and tried to let herself drift off. But, like always in a new place, sleep wouldn’t come. She tossed and turned, finally resorting to counting stars in her head.

She had no idea how many imaginary stars she’d counted when, suddenly, she heard the unmistakable crash of a glass hitting the floor in the room next door.

Seriously? Again?

Sylvia let out a huff, yanked the covers over her head, and tried to ignore it. There was no way a grown man could get himself into real trouble in his own home—she wasn’t buying it.

But after a few minutes, the silence felt… odd. Too quiet.

She poked her head out from under the blanket, staring at the ceiling, straining to hear any sound. Nothing. Not even a creak.

He didn’t actually pass out, did he?

Chris’s words echoed in her head, and despite her reluctance, Sylvia slid out of bed and hurried next door, knocking on the door.

“Uncle Rupert? Uncle Rupert, are you okay?”

No answer.

“Uncle Rupert, I’m coming in.”

She pushed the door open cautiously.

The room was pitch black. Only a thin line of light from the hallway spilled in. It felt like walking into a vault.

Sylvia fumbled for a light switch, but found nothing. Letting her eyes adjust, she crept further inside.

She bumped into the edge of the bed, then followed the edge with her hand. Suddenly, her palm met something burning hot. It took her a second to realize she’d just touched Rupert himself.

She jerked her hand back, frozen for a moment.

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