Demir on the other hand… she shivered as she imagined what he might have had in store for her. As worried as she was about what Volkan was going to do with her, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. At least not grievously. But seeing the way Demir had hit his own wife and the desperation he’d shown to get Yasmin on the helicopter told her he’d been planning something nefarious.

Eventually, the drone of the plane engine and the fading adrenaline lulled Yasmin into sleep. She slumped against her seat and used the side of the plane as a pillow. She rested her hand on her belly as she slept.

The jolt of landing woke her, and she straightened up, startled, and looked around blearily wondering where they were. It was dark, so there wasn’t much to see.

Volkan brought the plane to a stop, rose from the pilot’s seat, and opened the door before turning to reach for her seatbelt. She wanted to protest that she could do it herself, but his expression was angry and forbidding so she kept her mouth shut. He gripped her arm like he had before and she bit back a cry of pain at the pressure on her bruise.

He pulled her from the plane and she got her first good look.

They were on a beach, sand all around them except for the runway. She heard the lapping of waves nearby. Next to the runway was a small building that Volkan dragged her toward. He punched a code into a panel and the garage door lifted to reveal two Jeeps. He took a set of keys from a hook on the wall and pushed her toward one of the Jeeps.

Yasmin climbed in, looking at Volkan nervously as he got into the Jeep beside her and fired the engine. He’d told her to stop talking, but she had a million questions, one of them extremely pressing. When would they arrive at a toilet? She hadn’t peed since before the wedding and what with being kidnapped, then rescued, then forcibly flown… somewhere… she hadn’t seen the inside of a washroom in too many hours.

“Volkan,” she said quietly as he pulled the Jeep out of the garage, hitting a button on the visor that closed the door behind them. “Where are we?”

It took him so long to answer the question that she didn’t think he was going to. Then he said in a short, clipped tone, “We’re on my family’s island.”

“You’re taking me on our honeymoon?” she asked incredulously. It was where they’d planned on going after the wedding. They’d just arrived a few hours earlier than they meant to.

This time, he didn’t answer her question.