"the grey smoke drawled around his face as he exhaled, it climbing upwards, escaping his mouth, and he sighed. his finger went to my hair, twisting it around itself, in what I thought was a loving gesture until he tugged it so hard, I was drawn close to his face. He let go and those fingers made their way to my chin, cocking it upwards for me to meet his piercing glance. "Liar," he whispered, smoke spreading on my face, and he thrusted my my head sideways." Ellora Whitley though her life couldn't get any worse, until she met him. She must align forces to create the best possible outcome, but what is that?