Vasil peered around the counter then made another note. “I’m assuming there’s somewhere I can buy cookware?”
“Of course. Istanbul isn’t exactly a backwater.” Once it had been the center of the world.
“Vasil snorted. “I meant close by. You’re lacking any sizable pot or skillet, and I hate cooking for just one.”
Except that Vasil would not be staying. A bitter knot formed in Altan’s throat. “Yes, of course. There’s a shopping district nearby that will have what you’re looking for.”
Vasil continued...
Published on March 13, 2013 18:43