With a swift movement, Anya lashed out, her fist connecting with Lena’s stomach with a satisfying thud. Lena doubled over in pain again, gasping for breath as she crumpled to the ground.

“You should not be worried about me, Lena,” Anya spat, her voice cold and cutting. should be worried about yourself. After tonight, am going to make sure your world crumbles to ash and that child of yours sleeps on the street.

As Lena struggled on the ground to regain her composure, Anya ...