Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 99

Her lips barely parted to speak when he clamped a hand over her mouth, his face inching closer. Under the moonlight, his features sharpened - eyes like deep pools, alive with danger and aggression.

Sylvia struggled against his grip, but he was immovable. Glaring at him, she bit down hard on his fingers.

Rupert merely frowned, not loosening his hold.

Footsteps approached from the hallway.

"Who's there?"

"Could it be the black sheep of the family, come stealing again? She had the nerve to ask for food in the middle of the night, as if she deserves it."

Stealing?

That had been Sylvia's perceived role in the Garcia family for too long. She was undeserving of anything they had; taking something- anything- made her a thief in their eyes.

She released her bite, averting her gaze from his, feeling utterly humiliated. Realizing the servants were nearing, Sylvia quickly gestured for Rupert to let her go.

But instead of releasing her, he spun her around and pinned her against the kitchen island. His overwhelming presence sent a ripple of panic through her, even as the chaos of the moment surged around them.

He didn't even glance at the door, calmly stating, "It's me. The light's out; send someone to fix it. No need to come here."

The voice outside immediately turned respectful, "Yes, Mr. Rupert Garcia."

Soon after, the light came back on, revealing his face in sharp clarity, every breath he took seemed to caress Sylvia's skin. He didn't hurry to release her, his gaze finally resting on her bruised wrist.

"Does it hurt?"

"Mmmph! Mmm! No, it doesn't! Let me go!"