Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 406

Sylvia jerked her head away, dodging Warren’s touch.

His hand froze in midair, then he lowered it with a soft chuckle. “Still mad at me?”

He sounded just like someone soothing a sulking girlfriend.

But Sylvia felt cold sweat prickling down her back.

She struggled, voice tight. “What do you want from me?”

Warren watched her for a few seconds, ignoring her anger, his tone gentle. “You must be starving. Why don’t you sit down and eat something first?”

He took his seat with effortless grace, signaling to the flight attendant.

Sylvia refused to sit, but the bodyguard behind her pressed down hard on her shoulders, forcing her into the plush leather seat.

The flight attendant poured them champagne and set down plates of freshly-seared steak, the aroma filling the private jet’s cabin.

Warren raised his glass toward Sylvia, inviting her to toast.

Sylvia sat rigid, fists clenched, refusing to play along.

“Sylvia, let’s be real. At this point, fighting me is only going to make things worse for you.”

Warren’s gaze burned through the rim of his champagne flute.

A chill gripped Sylvia. She felt exposed, trapped under his scrutiny.

But he was right.

Thirty thousand feet in the air, what could she do? She didn’t even know where they were headed.

Taking a shaky breath, she forced herself to look him in the eye. “Alright, hotshot. Where are you taking me?”

Warren took a deliberate sip of his champagne, set the glass down, and began to slice into his steak, a gentle, almost affable smile never leaving his lips.

“Sylvia, don’t bother fishing for information. I’ve already destroyed every tracker you had on you. And up here, all your little gadgets are useless.”

Instinctively, Sylvia’s hand went to her shirt buttons.

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