Yasmin supposed that made sense and allowed Defne to lead her out the front door and toward a waiting limo. Zeynep and Demir were standing next to it.

Demir opened the car door and as Yasmin approached, leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Welcome to the family, little sister.”

Yasmin smiled warmly. “Thank you.” She glanced around. “Isn’t Volkan coming?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. He said he’ll meet you there. He has to take part in one last male-only tradition. As head of the Kartel household, he must accept the blessings of each male member of the family.”

Yasmin hadn’t heard of the tradition, but she was still new to Turkey and the wedding planning had been a whirlwind. She might have missed some of the information constantly being thrown at her.

Though she got a weird vibe from Defne, Zeynep and Demir, she didn’t think all three would plot against her. Not on her wedding day. Not Volkan’s brother. Why would he sabotage his own family? He wouldn’t. Yasmin was letting her imagination get away from her.

She slid into the back of the limo and he closed the door behind her.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Yasmin looked over her shoulder as they drove. Demir was driving and Zeynep was sitting next to her in the back seat. Both were giving off nervous energy. Yasmin peeked out the back window, half expecting to see another limo behind them with Volkan inside.

The only thing she saw was a rapidly setting sun and a few scattered vehicles that were definitely not Volkan.

With a frown, Yasmin turned to Zeynep. “Are you sure Volkan is going to follow? I should have at least told him I was leaving. He doesn’t like it when I go places without him.” It sounded lame to her ears, but it was true. She didn’t leave the house without him, and it seemed very odd that he’d allow her to leave during their wedding.

Zeynep seemed stressed, but tried to reassure Yasmin. “It’ll be fine. You can meet him later.”

Yasmin narrowed her eyes at the other woman. “You didn’t answer my question. Where is Volkan and why don’t I see him behind us?”

It was Demir who answered this time, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “You need to trust us, Yasmin. We’re helping you.”

Panic trickled down her spine. There was too much wrong with this picture. Why was Demir driving the limo when they had drivers for the family vehicles. And why were the husband and wife duo escorting her to the airport when it would be more appropriate for them to stay at the house with the rest of the family and allow the couple to leave on their honeymoon together?