A murder of crows flew by, startling Liana out of miserable turmoil. Their raucous chatter warned of what her raw core already knew. Liana’s moans ceased abruptly and the tears ran dry. She eyed the lone window. Terrible longing stained her vivid green irises. Night was coming. So was Laurent. WARNING: This is a dark unconventional love story meant for those who prefer morally ambiguous tales.