Chapter 31
“Emet!”
We walked across the lawn, Pyotr and Sasha trotting by my side, towards a hill covered with small trees and scrubby stands of grass. A tall, handsome man walked down the hill to meet us, his darkly tanned skin highlighting clear, bright eyes.
“Ozan, merhaba!” the man greeted my grandfather in Turkish, grasping his hand.
“Callie, this is the son of an old friend, Emet Sheraz. Emet, my granddaughter, Calliope Winters.”
Emet turned dark eyes to me, smiling warmly. “Miss Winters, it is a pleasure.” His accent was thick and warm like honey.
“Nice to meet you,” I said with a smile.
The man nodded and turned all his attention back to my grandfather. “You have had trouble? My father said it was urgent I come.”
“Yes, yes, some trouble. But that is past. Now, we have work
