Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two
Demir
He sat beneath the tree like a man waiting out a sentence, one boot planted in the dirt, smoke curling lazily from between his fingers. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to soothe the heat coiled in his chest.
The woman from earlier had been… adequate and forgettable.
And still, the thought of someone else's hands on Asli had ruined everything.
His jaw tightened. His grip on the cigarette did too.
Who had dared?
And worse, how had she allowed it?
The question gnawed at him, sharp and relentless, until headlights cut through the compound gates.
Daniel.
Demir flicked the cigarette away before it had even burned halfway, ash scattering as he straightened, his spine stiff, and eyes locked on the car rolling to a stop. Impatience radiated off him in waves. This… this was why he kept Daniel close. He was mostly effective.
Daniel stepped out.
"Well?" Demir said at once.
