Chapter Hundred and Eleven
Ahmet did not follow her right away.
He stood still, her warmth still clinging to his chest like a ghost refusing to leave. He braced himself for the sound of the front door slamming shut.
But it never came.
Instead, her voice floated back, cold and sharp from the bedroom.
"Release him."
He walked into the room and his gaze lifted slowly, as if looking for her, and there she was, still in the room, and still furious. Her spine was straight, and her chin tilted in that infuriatingly stubborn way.
"No," he said simply, arms folding over his chest.
Her nostrils flared. "If you don't, you'll pay."
He didn't flinch. "Don't do anything stupid, Asli."
She took a step closer. Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Watch me."
He didn't speak. Just watched. Watched the tension in her shoulders. The way her fingers twitched like they were searching for something to hurt.
