Chapter Seventy-Seven
Ahmet… the name alone made her stomach twist. He was the son of the man who had wiped out her family, the one whose existence burned like a scar she could never erase.
Her hands curled into fists, nails pressing into her palms. She hated that she no longer despised him like she used to. It burned her inside that the one man she could never have was the man she yearned for.
Demir knew Ahmet's name, knew the man whose family she was to destroy. But he didn't know her Ahmet. He wasn't just the enemy. He was the only one who had looked at her like she was something precious. As though she was desirable.
Ahmet was the only one whose touch had made her forget everything else. The same man who had made her forget what she was supposed to live and die for.
Demir would never understand. He'd never accept it. Hell, even she struggled to forgive herself whenever the memories crept in.
