Chapter 82: “Who the hell is Demir?”

Asli stirred at the soft press of lips against her forehead. Her lashes fluttered immediately to meet the set of eyes that watched her as though only she mattered in the world. The warmth of the touch lingered even after she opened her eyes. 

Demir's familiar scent wrapped around her like a memory she no longer fit into. Years ago, that simple gesture would have sent a rush of warmth through her chest and would have made her feel special. Now, it barely registered. 

Her fingers curled against the sheets to hide whatever reaction she was showing. 

She turned her head away.

Maybe it was because she was tired. Maybe it was because she knew her body belonged to someone else.

The unintentional admitting of that drew her mind back to her current turmoil.