Dylan’s POV
As I walked into the store, I immediately sensed something was off. Then, I overheard the clerk telling Sibel she would sell her out of the pack as a sex slave.
“What’s going on here?” I asked. The moment the clerk saw me and the manager, her face turned pale.
“I was informed there was an incident involving our staff and a customer. What exactly happened?” the manager asked.
Before the clerk could sputter an excuse, I stepped forward, fixing my gaze on her. “I overheard some very disturbing remarks about selling someone as a sex slave.” My eyes scanned the room, and there she was... Sibel.
The look on her face told me everything I needed to know—anger, frustration, and a hint of disbelief. I could hardly believe it myself. The clerk had actually thrown clothes at her?
I felt my blood boil as I strode across the store. “Sibel, are you okay?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but seeing her in distress had me on edge.