Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight
Dressed in black from head to toe, Asli blended into the night like a rumor, her leather hugging her frame, helmet dark, and visor down.
She waited a distance from the villa, her motorcycle idling low beneath her, her pulse steady but sharp. Demir and his men were moving tonight, she knew that much for certain. The confirmation had come hours earlier, whispered through a secure line by the spy she'd planted inside her father's apartment.
Days without sleep pressed behind her eyes, not from anticipation, but from exclusion. This mission was important enough to mobilize Demir, important enough for secrecy, and yet her name had never been mentioned. That silence had followed her through every restless night, louder than any warning siren.
But not tonight. Midnight Reaper was going to figure it all out. Whatever this mission was, it had crawled under her skin and refused to leave for long.
