His hands continued to grab my face, subtle, soft, but I didn't allow him to stun me any more than he already did. I walked away, backed away with unshed tears in my eyes. He couldn't play good and bad at the same time, he had no right to handle me at will, sweeten me, and then knock me out with a bitter blow.

"What's your game, Ismail?" I spat hotly. You're clearly lying to me, I'm not stupid.

"Exactly, that's exactly what I like so much about you" he shortened the distance imposed by my tremb