He took a corner going so fast, she stopped talking and gripped the dashboard with both hands to keep herself from smashing into the door. His knuckles on the steering wheel were white with tension and his jaw was knotted. She cringed against her seat, wondering where he was taking her. A quick look around told her they weren’t going back to the mansion.

“I need you to listen to me,” she tried again.

He pulled the car up to a stop sign and then twisted in his seat, his stare was like looking into the eyes of a monster. One that was about to gobble her up whole.

“You had the past month to talk to me, Yasmin,” he said, his voice glacial. “We’re done talking. I should’ve known you wouldn’t settle into a life here with me. It was too good to be true and you, my love, are a fine actress. You had me fooled that you were beginning to feel content, that you might be able to love me back. Now that I know the truth, that you were biding your time until an opportunity to escape came up, I’m going to do with you what I should have done in the first place.”

“What are you going to do with me?” she whispered.

Even while fear was rushing through her, making her feel dizzy with worry, she felt the tug of their chemistry. The heat of his body warming her in the small space of the car, his scent, mouthwatering combination of expensive cologne and cigar smoke. As much as she tried to deny their connection, it was always there.

Before Volkan could answer her question and tell her where they were going, a car beeped at them. Volkan glared in his rearview mirror and hit the gas hard, sending them hurtling into the intersection. She closed her eyes and clutched the dash hoping they wouldn’t get hit by another car.

She glanced at him again, wondering if she should blurt out everything as fast as she could before he had a chance to cut her off, but before she could decide, he was turning the car into the airport. She watched in apprehension as he drove onto the tarmac and out to a small airplane.

It was much smaller than his private jet.

Volkan stopped the car and Henry opened Yasmin’s door. She was momentarily grateful to see him and even tried a weak smile, but his face was set in stony lines and he refused to make eye contact with her. Darn it, she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Henry turned to Volkan as he strode around the car, toward the airplane. “It’s been checked and fuelled up. Your flight plan is in place.”