Chapter 77

Sibel’s POV

I woke slowly, my body felt heavy. Frowning, I blinked, forcing my eyes open, trying to make sense of where I was. The soft fabric of a suit jacket was draped over me, its warmth and familiar scent comforting in a strange way.

Dylan’s suit.

I shifted slightly on the couch, I was weak, and I fought to keep my eyes open. Everything felt distant, as if I were floating just out of reach of reality. The poison. Paul. It all came back in flashes, his smirk, the drink, the sharp pain that followed. My heart raced at the memory, but my body was too drained to react.

“Easy,” a familiar voice murmured, full of worry.

I turned my head slowly, my vision settling on Dylan. He was kneeling beside the couch, his face tight with concern. In his hand, he held a small vial...witch’s medicine, the contents of the medicine glowing faintly in the dim light. His other hand reached for mine, his fingers wrapping gently around my own as if afraid he might break me.