Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty
The phone slipped from her fingers. Ahmet caught it before it hit the floor. But Asli didn't even notice. Her ears were ringing and the air remained charged.
The voices, the walls, and the people around her were so close.
Yet somehow, they all felt far away.
Very far away.
She just stood there.
Motionless.
Her father's voice still echoed in her head.
"Bring back my daughter. I have plans for her."
Plans.
The word itself made her stomach turn.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
No.
No.
No.
Her father was many things.
Cruel.
Ruthless.
Terrifying.
Men feared him.
Women crossed themselves when his name was mentioned.
She had wanted to be more than he was. She was equally feared and once upon a time she had loved it.
He had blood on his hands. Enough blood to drown cities. She had known that since she was a little girl. Had accepted it. Embraced it. She had sharpened her knives under his guidance.
