Chapter 16

• Aysel’s POV
• I rubbed the last vestiges of sleep from my eyes, yawning as the shadows of evening crept into the apartment. It was nearly eight o’clock, yet I had slept like a wolf hibernating through the day, every muscle loose and exhausted.
• Stepping out of my bedroom, I froze mid-step. A man—tall, imposing, and radiating cold authority—stood on my narrow balcony, speaking into a phone. Even without the lights on, his presence was sharp enough to cut through the dim, a spine-chilling chill that clawed along my skin.