Chapter 25
Somehow, nothing about Ozan Fanai was how I’d imagined him. He was charming, quick-witted, and had a strange sort of grace about him that so many American men lacked as they aged.
What had I been expecting? Someone more smarmy, definitely. Maybe with a forked tongue, and the tail to match. Certainly, not someone who made sense, who talked about family, and safety.
Part of me wanted to resist his words, his ideas, as they wove around me like fine lace. Intricate and connected, everything he said seemed more and more rational the longer we talked.
If he was using his power on me, it was so subtle that I could not tell. Was this what made him so dangerous? Was it this ability to make people want to believe him, that enabled him to sway nobles and government officials throughout
