“Aslan Bey… he’s a dangerous man. I don’t want him to hurt you,” I said, feeling immense guilt as my legs trembled on the first step.
Lord Aslan smiled in the gloom, a calm smile, laden with the wisdom of one who has seen empires fall.
“This is my home, Gia. And in Istanbul, hospitality is a sacred law. Come down. Now.”
Just as the bookshelf clicked back into place, sealing me in pitch-black darkness, a brutal bang shook the mansion’s front door. The impact reverberated through the thick stone walls, but as I descended the steps, the sound began to fade. I stood in absolute silence, in complete darkness, holding my breath deep underground, with no idea of what was happening above.
Sebastian Volkov's POV
The prints of her boots ended right in front of that damned wooden door with the
