Zique walked down the prison aisle, passing the rusty bars that defined each cell. There was a number on each one and he was told that Kiara’s cell was the 44th. After two weeks, he’d finally get to see her again, he couldn’t help the anxiety that toured through him and the anticipation that fed off of his steps.

The scent of this place was so heavy and disgusting that he could barely smell her. But it was there, her sweet scent...the one that always managed to seduce him...that scent which was now the only thing that could put him to sleep.

He hadn’t seen her yet and he was already having second thoughts...his Kiara, the woman he treasured was locked in a place as vile and dirty as this. She shouldn’t be down here, but it was a situation that he could not help.

Betrayal was betrayal no matter how you looked at it. She had wanted him dead, she didn’t love him...she couldn’t have...for how could she have wanted him dead, when he’d do anything in his power to keep her alive and by his