Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 483

Rupert said flatly, “It’s nothing.”

…

By the time Sylvia got home, she was completely drained. She collapsed onto the couch, barely able to move, when Ms. Ward knocked on the door.

When Sylvia opened up, Ms. Ward walked in holding a steaming pot.

“Heard you come in, hon. I made you some bread pudding—your favorite, isn’t it?”

Sylvia eyed Ms. Ward suspiciously. “How do you know that’s my favorite?”

Ms. Ward froze for a second, then burst out laughing. “You told me last time you had a little too much wine. Lucky I remembered!”

Sylvia didn’t think much of it. She was hungry anyway, rubbing her belly.

“I’ll grab some bowls.”

A few moments later, they each had a big bowl, eating until they felt warm and cozy all over.

Sylvia got up and brought out the rest of the wine she had stashed away.

Ms. Ward looked surprised. “Bread pudding and now more wine? You sure?”

Sylvia smiled as she poured. “Just a little to help me sleep. Long day. I want to turn in early.”

“One glass, then.”

“Deal.”

Before they knew it, they’d finished off the bottle.

Sylvia, tipsy and swaying, stumbled into her bedroom and flopped onto her bed. As she glanced up, she noticed the nightstand was already crowded with empty bottles.

Pills didn’t help her sleep anymore—only alcohol could numb her enough.

She chuckled dryly and closed her eyes.

She had no idea how much time passed, but in a foggy haze, she sensed someone moving her.

Half-opening her eyes, she realized she was being dragged into the kitchen.

In the reflection of the kitchen window, she saw a man behind her—a big guy, covered in tattoos, even strange symbols inked near his eyes. He looked dangerous, not someone you’d want to meet in a dark alley.

Sylvia tried to fight back, but she’d drunk too much—her limbs were useless.

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