I barely had a moment to catch my breath as Faruk continued dragging me through the winding halls of the palace, his hand gripping my wrist so tightly that I could feel the pulse of his anger. The party’s laughter and music were distant now, drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears and the pounding of my heart.
“Let me go! Let me go, you murderer!” I screamed, yanking against his hold, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even flinch.
My heels scraped against the polished marble floor, but Faruk’s pace was relentless. His jaw was clenched, and his face was a mask of rage, but there was something else in his eyes—something darker, more primal. It sent a chill down my spine.
I continued struggling, trying to tear myself free, but he was far too strong. Panic surged through me, mixing with my
