“No!” she gasped, reaching for the door handle to stop him. Before she could get the door open, the locks engaged, and her window rolled up.

She turned her glare on Henry who met her eyes in the mirror. “You’ll be home soon, Ms. Mahdi.”

Chapter Eleven

The airport was chaotic, but Yasmin made it to her gate with more than enough time to spare. Yawning wide, she collapsed into her seat and rubbed a hand over her eyes. She was exhausted from a mostly sleepless night of waiting for either Volkan to show up or her roommates. Oddly, neither of them had appeared, and she’d eventually fallen asleep.

The next morning she was up at 6:00 AM and discovered a text on her phone saying that Marshall had been injured at the nightclub and was taken to the hospital for a crushed hand. Guilt shot through Yasmin and she nearly called Vanessa, who’d gone with him. But what was there to say? That her jealous sort-of-ex-boyfriend had stormed back into the club and done something to Marshall to teach him a lesson?

She chewed her lip and finally settled on a text asking after Marshall’s injuries. If they were bad, she’d find some way to let them know her suspicions so they could pass the information on to the police. Still, she thought Volkan was too wily, too rich and powerful to face any consequences for his behaviour. A chill snaked down her spine. Men like him were dangerous and she was happy she was flying half a world away from him.

Wait, didn’t he say he owned property in London?

Still, what were the odds of them running into each other? Good, she decided, considering the way he continually crashed into her life. She’d have to keep her eyes open and if there was any hint of him, find a way to cut him out of her life.

Boarding for her flight was called and she stood with her carry-on bag. She found her seat and watched as everyone else found theirs. There was one other person in her row but no one between them, so she could stretch out.

As the plane took off and she watched the city of Toronto fall away below her, her excitement for her coming adventure grew. Reaching into her carry-on, she pulled out the offer letter from her contact in London.

Dear Ms. Mahdi,

We are pleased to invite you into our summer archeological internship program. You can expect to travel to different dig sites within the United Kingdom and Europe. You will join a team of dedicated archaeologists under the care of Dr. Susan Ward, who will head the team. Please let us know as soon as possible if you intend to accept this position and we will make arrangements for your travel and accommodation.

Sincerely,

Marcus Hunter, BA, MA

The Archaeological Society of London