Blood Fued
Wrath fills my heart with disdain, and I curl my hands into balls at my sides to prevent myself from tearing my office up.
I feel nothing but hatred when I look at her, and it cuts me deeply. She stole Ozan, my abi, from me, shamelessly making us believe that he was my kuzan—my enemy. If I hadn’t strolled into his hospital room when I did, I never would have known. My babaanne and Emre amca were planning to take this secret to the grave with them.
“I’ll see myself out.” Mia’s soft voice breaks through the deafening silence that fills the room.
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