KENAN STAYED THERE, in his web of thoughts. The memory of the strange dialogue with the invader now tormented him.
What to do?
Perhaps the most correct question would be:
What could this man do?
He was certain that there would be an ace up his sleeve, the man was shrewd, he wouldn't have done all this psychological terror if he had nothing in his plans.
He felt the pawns moving, but he had no idea what his adversary's move would be. For the first time in those years, the President of the country felt powerless in front of a single man... One thing, however, Kenan certainly expected:
He would soon show up...
The minutes passed and Devon waited for him. The best thing to do was to spend some time with her, then he could think better, since he wasn't sure if he would be able to sleep with so many things on his mind.