CHAPTER 8
BARAN
He woke up with a gun c****d to his head and a man cursing his name, spewing profanities about his family. For a moment he thought himself back in Istanbul after a night of rough partying.
Then he noticed a woman lying next to him. A very naked woman. Her eyes were huge, and her face was flushed. There was something familiar about her. Then it hit him: it was the black swan. There was a desperation in her eyes. He’d seen that look before, ages ago, on his sister's face. It was the last image of her that had been etched into his mind, like a distorted Andy Warhol picture. His sister, who had always been so full of color and life, yet looking grey once she accepted her fate. f**k, what had he gotten himself into? What was she doing in his bed?
His gaze lifted and he locke
