"He seems to love her, and yet he feeds off her suffering and agony." ~Timothy Smith "Maia." James studied her arm. After a while he let go and her arm fell to her side, dangling, limp as if it couldn't be moved. "What have you been doing? Who did this if not yourself?" He pushed his glasses further on his freckled nose. "James, I..." She wanted to say 'wish I could tell you,' only that would put her further into questioning. "Don't know." Maia was never a smooth liar, and James looked skeptical. "It was Jeff, wasn't it, Maia? You love him. You won't even admit to him doing this to you." He gestured to the bloody gashes on her arm. "Just say it. You love a man who has the potential to murder you. A killer is all he is."