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Chapter Sixty Nine

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Auction’s Edge

Valenticia's POV

Seryne’s auction hall was a gilded cage, the chandeliers spraying prisms onto velvet-draped tables, the murmur of money and power a low drone beneath the clink of crystal-made flutes. I cowered in the shadows of a marble column, my black shift dress suctioned to my body, a smooth laptop bag slung across my shoulder, fear thumping like a drum through my veins. The memory chip’s revelation—Lazareth serum auction, Dr. Lena Voss as Gregor Galden’s ally—singed my thoughts, the antidote vial kept back at Clawford estate a tenuous defense against viable warning: neural overload. My dark wig was irritating, my spy name, Clara Vane, art dealer, a flimsy cover at best, my mettle, iron. I looked into the crowd, my fear razor-sharp—is Gregor here? Natasha’s Lazareth connections, Patel’s evidence, Rosanna’s alert about Gregor’s dirty tricks—they stitched a net around me that was slowly closing in on itself, and Stefan’s affair, his hand on Natasha’s in that damning
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