You Can Have Him

The heavy oak door of the restaurant’s opulent restroom clicked shut. The metallic sound of the deadbolt sliding into place echoed sharply against the cold marble tiles, sealing them in.

Maeve did not even bother looking up from the gold-rimmed sink. She kept her hands under the running water, her eyes fixed on the mirror. She watched Lyra Vance in the reflection.

Lyra dropped her hand from the