Chapter Eighty-Four
He stood, ignoring himself and stretching out his shoulders before heading for the door. He paused just long enough to throw his cousin a glance over his shoulder.
"She's my toy. Only I decide when this ends between us." Though Ahmet had told his cousin this, Markus was sure even he didn't believe that himself. The grip on his armchair was too tight, the muscle in his jaw ticking with barely restrained frustration.
If he really believed his own words, he wouldn't look like hell after just a few days she hadn't called him. The dark circles under his eyes, and the restless way he paced when he thought no one was watching… it all told a different story.
Ahmet's anger burned hotter with every passing second. And Markus saw it. It wasn't just the silence that was haunting him. It wasn't just her defiance.
It was him.
The other man. The one hovering too close, the one she wasn't ignoring.
