Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 341

Warm water cascaded over the man’s broad shoulders, splashing everywhere, leaving his body veiled in a misty haze.

His hair was tousled and dripping, long lashes beaded with water. He simply narrowed his eyes, that midnight gaze growing darker, more dangerous.

Water ran in winding streams down his sharply cut abs, tracing every line until it vanished beneath the towel barely hanging on his hips.

Sylvia instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere left to go.

A cool hand, slightly trembling, slipped through the water and pressed against his chest.

Her palm felt like it had touched a hot stove. She tried to pull away, but he caught her hand in his.

“Why are you so cold?” he asked, his voice low.

“The AC’s busted, I guess,” Sylvia answered, trying to sound casual.

The room was one Bridget had booked for them. Sylvia had noticed something was off the moment she walked in earlier that day.

It faced the alley, the air conditioning worked whenever it felt like it, and when she’d called the front desk, they’d told her there were no other rooms—just handed her a $20 meal voucher for room service. Big help.

Mountain City in the winter was even chillier than Kingstoria. Without heat, she’d be sleeping in her parka.

Who would believe Bridget hadn’t done this on purpose? Certainly not Sylvia. Not that she cared to argue—Rupert would never believe her anyway.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Rupert just gripped it tighter, guiding her fingers under the stream of warm water.

“Is that better?” he asked.

Uneasy, Sylvia tried to curl her fingers but couldn’t break free from his grip.

“I’m fine. You can let go now,” she muttered.

But Rupert only turned the water a little hotter, his dark lashes lowering as he looked at her. “What are you so afraid of?”

Sylvia’s face flushed. Wasn’t it obvious?

Steam filled the bathroom, and his gaze was heavy, unreadable. He brushed a wet fingertip along her cheek, catching a stray drop. His voice was a whisper, rough and teasing: “You really think you can resist me?”

Sylvia choked on her reply, unable to hide the confusion and vulnerability in her eyes.

Suddenly, a noise echoed from outside the door.

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