Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven
Scratch that, they weren't supposed to talk her out of it. They were supposed to shoot her. Probably put a bullet in her head to stop this chaos.
Asli's head jerked up the instant they stepped into view, her eyes locking onto them like a predator scenting blood.
The corners of her mouth twitched; not in greeting, not in mockery but something sharper, darker. A smirk bloomed slowly and cruelly across her face, as if she had been waiting for this exact second, savoring it.
Ahmet's breath caught, his steps faltering. That wasn't the face of a woman surprised or regretful. That smirk… it was the calm grin of someone who had already set fire to the bridge behind her. She didn't blink. Her pupils flared with something feral, unholy; rage, betrayal, maybe something worse.
Her eyes shimmered — not with tears, but with a fevered light, a kind of madness that didn't come from panic… but purpose.
