Renee’s whole face twisted into an expression that screamed: Of course. Of course, I’m in Lloyd Sterling’s house in my hour of need.
Because why wouldn’t the universe push her one step closer to her villain arc?
Behind her, Mara paused, eyes narrowing as she looked between the two of them.
“Oh,” Mara said slowly. “I suppose that’s why you looked familiar. You know my son?”
Renee took a deep breath as she turned to face Mara, but not before shooting Lloyd a quick “please don’t say whatever you’re about to say” look.
“You could say that. But I really have to get going. I’m so sorry, and thank you again for the tea—”
“No, no,” Lloyd cut in, stepping forward with that insufferable grin. “Stay. I love it when stalkers show up in my living room. Warms my heart.”
Renee’s head snapped tow
