The word "kill her" echoed in Asli's mind like a death sentence.
Her knees weakened, her breath turning shallow as fear gripped her chest. She looked at Ferhat — the man who had just taken a life without blinking.
Would he do the same to her?
Namik stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "Loose ends are dangerous," he said calmly, as if discussing something trivial. "You know what to do."
Ferhat's grip on Asli's wrist didn't loosen. But he didn't raise his gun either.
Seconds passed.
Heavy.
Unbearable.
Then Ferhat spoke, his voice cold but measured. "She's a doctor. She can be useful."
Namik's eyes narrowed slightly. "Useful?" he repeated.
"She saved him," Ferhat continued. "She can save others."
Asli stared at him in disbelief. Was he… defending her?
Or just delaying her death?
Namik studied her for a long moment, then smirked faintly. "Fine," he said. "But useful things can still be controlled."
His gaze sharpened. "Make sure she doesn't become a problem."
Ferhat nodded once.
That was it.
Asli's life had just been reduced to a decision.
Not spared.
Postponed.