Pregnant and confined to the quietude of her home, Maja dared not inquire about the whereabouts of her husband, lan. Yet, while

she nursed her solitude, he was out gallivanting with other women, even neglecting to return to their shared abode in Greenfield

Gardens.

A surge of fury bolted through Maja from the soles of her feet, clouding her judgment with a haze of blind rage.

She stormed up to them just as lan shoved Queena aside. Maja's hand flew, striking him with a resounding slap.

"Smack!"

There she stood, her chest heaving tumultuously, her eyes catching Queena imploring, "lan, can we just leave together, please?"

The slap almost sent lan, still recovering from a recent illness, into unconsciousness.

Upon recognizing Maja, panic flared in his eyes. "Maja?"

Words swirled in her mind, a tempest of accusations and pain, but faced with the stark reality before her, what could she possibly

say?

She had imagined the missing man was faithful, but here he was, keeping another woman. Seeing was believing, after all.

Taking a deep breath, Maja turned on her heel and walked away.

lan staggered after her, "Maja!"

"Maja, it's not what you think!"

to his arm, desperate. "lan, cwith me. I can heal

was frayed, her single-minded goal

darkened, his face ashen. With a swift motion,

Maja with long strides. As he ran, he even called

him to take

keep an eye on one

of a similar reprimand

especially when the scent of Queena lingered on him, an itch

drive

"Maja!"

to stay conscious, and reached for her

mind buzzing with indignant static. She shook him off, her eyes brimming

car.

had things gone

to hold her hand, "It's not what you

fought the urge to scratch at his itchy neck, knowing he'd draw blood if

into an embrace. "Beck

stilled, her voice hoarse.

couldn't utter another word, standing there, his chin resting

"lan?"

something was terribly

Gardens, where Beck's people arrived promptly, taking Queena to

counts of murder, Queena was sentenced to

had dropped back to Greenfield Gardens, but by then,

action.

concoct an antidote quickly and had to break the news

him up; that's all we can do. If he can't get Queena's blood, his dependency on her will wane and

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