Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2669

Sylvia strained to lift her head, her eyes locked on his. “Kiss me,” she pleaded softly. “Please?”

Gabriel looked down, his gaze falling on her soft yet determined eyes. The darkness in his own deepened.

Sylvia continued to press small kisses against his jaw, her warm lips moving against his skin. Her shallow breaths, the moist touch, and her shimmering eyes were like hooks, pulling at him, desperate for a response.

Like the storm raging outside, her touch seemed to quell the fire of his anger.

He shot a murderous glare at the masked man, then lowered his head and captured her lips with his.

Sylvia immediately responded, drawing him in.

In the distance, she could hear low, mocking laughter, but she shut it out. It was as if they were alone in the deep mountains, kissing without a care in the world. Her eyes were half-closed, seeing only Gabriel, her ears hearing only the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves and trees.

She was doing everything she could to seduce him, to be more alluring and tender than ever before. A soft moan escaped her throat, a sound only he could hear, like the spellbinding bloom of a spider lily, instantly captivating his soul.

After a long moment, Sylvia gently bit his lip. “Promise me,” she murmured against his mouth, “the second you get a chance, you run. Don’t worry about me.”

Gabriel’s eyes shot open.

He felt the ropes around him go slack. In one fluid motion, Sylvia pulled the cord free, slipped from his embrace, and launched herself toward the masked man.

The man and his cronies were a beat too slow. By the time they moved to intercept her, she was already in the center of the room.

Crack!

With a sharp snap, Sylvia swung the rope in her hand, catching a charging mercenary across the neck and sending him flying.

Without pausing, she used the rope as a whip to defend herself, lashing out at another man while simultaneously kicking him away. Her eyes, sharp as ice, were fixed on her target.

“Stop! Don’t move!”

The mercenaries obeyed, stepping back but keeping their weapons trained on Sylvia and Gabriel, watching their every move.

“How did you get free?” the masked man rasped.

Sylvia glanced at Gabriel, her face pale but resolute.

“I’m a special agent,” she said. “Trained by Gab himself.”

Gabriel stared at her, taking a step forward, but stopped when she shook her head, silently telling him to stay put.

Sylvia pressed the gun harder against the man’s temple. “Let us go.”

The voice modulator disguised the masked man’s tone, leaving only a cold, robotic sound. “A life for a life. I’ll let you go, but Gab stays.”