It had been almost an hour, and Samira, driven by sheer frustration, had reluctantly agreed to a small bet against her dear treacherous husband... The problem? Well, she knew her husband quite well, despite having only recently started to truly understand him... However... she knew Rogue like the back of her hand...
"I like her." That was the first thing Strax said upon entering and seeing the woman in front of him. She hadn't said anything, hadn't done anything, just stared at him with those two blue lakes she called eyes. He analyzed her completely in a single second—how could he not like her?
Samira already knew this… knew it all too well… And for that reason, she had only one reaction...
"I want to kill myself," she said, slapping her hand against her face with such force that, for a second, she thought she might bleed...
