Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five
Asli was halfway down the front steps when she noticed the movement.
Engines idling and men strapping on weapons. Daniel, Demir's right hand man stood near the convoy, issuing clipped instructions with his usual precision. She only saw the man once a while.
It was already edging toward afternoon, the sun high enough to cast hard shadows across the Villa grounds.
She slowed.
Her lips curved. It was not in amusement, but in quiet contempt.
So this was when they chose to move. She stopped just long enough for the thought to sharpen, to settle properly in her mind. If the order had been hers, the man responsible would already be on his knees in front of her father by now. Delivered before dawn. Wrapped and bleeding if necessary. That was how it was done. That was how Marco had taught her.
Orders received before sunrise were executed before the sun could witness them.
Yet here they were. Late. Careful. Almost… restrained.
Late?
