She’d forgotten that he’d mentioned his family owned an island. Her few dates with him in Toronto seemed like they were years ago, rather than only months. “And my brother uses it when he has business. I’m usually the one who sends him on the trips, so it’s only fair he has use of the jet.”

Fair was not a word she’d use when describing Volkan, but she supposed even an evil psychopath might have a soft spot for family.

“Does your brother work with you?” she asked.

He nodded and unbuckled his belt, stretching in his seat. They were in the air and the flight attendant was coming back with their drinks and snacks. Yasmin followed suit, easing her chair into a recline position. The attendant set out an array of coffee, tea and juice, as well as a bowl of fruit, some croissants and a charcuterie board.

Popping an olive into her mouth, Yasmin watched Volkan as he talked about his family, noting the softening of his face when he spoke of his sister and mother and the deepening lines when he spoke of his deceased father and brother.

“Yes, my brother works for me. So does his wife. She was his executive assistant, but Demir convinced one of our shareholders to sell some of his shares to Zeynep and now they both sit on the board.” Judging by the hardness in his gaze, he hadn’t approved of the brother’s wife buying shares to his company. The wife sounded like a strong woman who could be a potential ally for Yasmin. She’d have to find a way to speak with her alone and see if she could get Yasmin help.

“Why so suddenly curious about me and my family?” Volkan asked, suspicion in his gaze. “Yesterday you were trying to escape and today you are eager to go with me to my home country.”

Yasmin told him the truth… mostly. “Yesterday, I thought I had a chance to escape, today I know better. I’m not stupid, Volkan. I know when to try to run and when to accept that there’s nothing I can do to change my situation. I’m curious about the place and the people you’re taking me to. I’m nervous, but I’m also sort of excited. I haven’t travelled much and I love visiting new places.”

He watched her face, as though memorizing each micro-expression and then analyzing them for truth or lies. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but she had nothing to hide from him at the moment. Every word she’d spoken was the truth.