His heart ached. His lungs burned. His soul shattered.
Of one thing Tivan was sure. This pain he felt was not from the smoke he inhaled into his lungs from the smoking leaves he smoked. It was from her and the way she callously manipulated him.
He sighed, exhaling the contents slowly from his lungs and putting out the cigarette.
"Zara!" Tivan called for his assistant who, fearing for her safety and dreading his wrath hurried to appear in front of him before his patience waned.
"Prepare my ship, Zara." He said angrily. "I'll go bring her back here myself and dispose of this Tony Stark, or Iron Man as he likes to call himself. How dare he think he can steal my Lena from me?"