He brushed her hand aside and jabbed the needle into her arm. Her heart hammered with anxiety and dread as she waited for the drug to take effect, but her body didn’t go numb the way it had when he’d paralyzed her. Instead, she felt lethargic, like a fog was moving into her brain. Exactly like how she’d felt in the car after she was picked up from the airport.

She was glad it was the drug that made her sleep and not the other one. She giggled as she realized how stupid it was to prefer one drugging method over another. As her mind drifted, she thought about what her life was becoming. She was a puppet, and Volkan was her master, pulling her strings as it pleased him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

When Yasmin woke the next morning, she was groggy and disoriented. She pushed herself up in the bed, gripping her head, which was spinning and painful. She winced and reached for the glass of water that had been placed on the bedside table. She hesitated, then remembered Volkan telling her if he wanted to drug her, he’d just do it, not put it in her food or drink.

She gripped the cup and drank until it was empty. As she put the glass down, she felt a bit better. Or she did until Volkan pushed the door open without knocking and entered the room.

Spotting her sitting on the side of the bed, he grinned and said, “You slept in this morning.”

She dragged the sheet up to cover her body. “Easy to do when you’ve been drugged.”

He gave her a sharp look. “Would you like to talk about what happened last night, or would you like to move on with our day?”

She wrinkled her nose and mumbled, “Move on with our day.”

He strode to the bed and tilted her face until she was looking at him. “Good, I prefer to dwell on the positives as well. Now, get up and get dressed. We need to eat and catch our flight.”

Once again, his mention of their upcoming flight to Turkey made her stomach knot with anxiety. If she found it difficult to escape him in London, how would she possibly do it in Turkey? Even if she managed to get away from him, she’d have to somehow find the Canadian embassy and get them to believe her wild story.

“I can see your brain working,” Volkan said, his voice light but chiding. “While I appreciate your intelligence, I don’t recommend you do as you’re thinking. It will end badly for everyone.”

“Except you,” she retorted, pulling her chin from his grip and standing. Dragging the sheet off the bed, she pushed past him and headed for the washroom. Over her shoulder, she said, “You get to do whatever you want. Stomp on as many lives as you want and get away with it.”