Chapter 87. That Woman Ain't Her Mother!

Rae:

The door creaks open. We walk in.

The masked guy is no longer tied—just cuffed.

He lifts his head. Eyes jump past S… to me.

And for a second—he looks surprised.

“Well, well, well.”

He grins. Casual. Like this is a reunion. Like he’s been expecting me.

“If this isn’t the queen who haunts my dreams, then who is it?”

I almost gag.

Eliza rolls her eyes, disappointment tightening her face.

Disbelief flashing across her features like lightning.

But seriously—

His grin fades, replaced by something slicker. Slimier. A smirk.

He drags his gaze lazily to S, sizing him up. Not just looking—*weighing*.

As if deciding whether or not to say what’s on his tongue.

S crosses his arms.

Tilts his head, returns the smirk with one of his own. Silent. Dangerous.

The stalker chuckles.

Looks S dead in the eye.

“I didn’t think you’d let her come see me.”

A slow, deliberate shrug. “You