Chapter Two Hundred and Three
"Matilda's? Come on. What would she be doing here?" Ahmet said quickly, instinctively defending his cousin.
"Yeah, right." Markus let out a short laugh, though it sounded more forced than amused. "It's a hair tie, not a name tag. Any girl could have one of those."
"No," Asli said quietly. Her tone made the room still. "This one is custom-made." Her eyes stayed locked on Markus as she spoke. Slowly, almost unconsciously, her fingers curled into her palms.
"What business do you have with her that you needed to bring her here?"
For a split second, no one moved.
Then, "Right. That explains it!" Cole exploded. "You bastard!"
Before anyone could react, he had already crossed the room. He moved so fast that the others barely registered it before his fist was already flying toward Markus.
Luckily for Markus, his reflexes were just as sharp.
He stepped aside at the last second, Cole's punch slicing through empty air.
