Chapter Hundred and Twelve
The words hung in the air, heavier than a gun to the back of the head.
"... together," Ahmet had said, just like that. Just like it was simple like it was sane.
She stared at him, her body stiff, and her brain scrambling for a response that did not sound like complete disbelief.
"You want us to do what?" she finally managed to ask, her voice low and sharp.
"Go together." He shrugged as if he had not just suggested suicide. "or..."
She let out a short, humorless laugh, stepping back like distance could somehow make the idea less insane.
"You must have hit your head hard on something to have to suggest this."
His mouth twitched like he wanted to smile, but even he could not summon the usual arrogance to soften the moment.
He knew.
They both knew.
"Do you have any idea what they would do if they saw us together?" she hissed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "Our own people would shoot first and never ask questions."
