Chapter one hundred and thirty five

The man stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the photos of Elena on his phone. He had been waiting for what felt like hours, but he didn’t mind. He was used to waiting. As he scrolled through the photos, his eyes lingered on each one, taking in every detail. He knew every inch of her face, every curve of her body. He had been watching her for so long, studying her every move.

He knew her routine, her habits, her fears. He knew everything about her.

And yet, he still couldn’t get enough.

Just as he was starting to get impatient, a figure emerged from the darkness beside him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up. He knew who it was. “Ah, my dear,” a soft voice said, a smile evident in the tone.

The man finally looked up, his eyes meeting those of the woman beside him. If Rhys was present, he would have recognized the woman. It was Cleopatra, her face radiant in the dim light.

“What took you so long?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Cleopatra chuckled, her eyes glinting with am