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Chapter 42

Author: Nyct
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Aryn

The auction house stood at the end of a long, curving driveway, quiet and hidden by tall trees. It wasn’t flashy like the big mansions you saw in magazines. There were no gold gates or fancy water fountains. No huge statues or anything shouting for attention. Everything about the place looked expensive, but in a quiet, careful way—like it was meant to impress the right kind of people without saying too much.

Still, something about it made my stomach turn. It's probably because of my nerves or because I had been here before albeit on my terms. Since I had been blindfolded both times when I was brought here and taken out of here, I couldn't recognize the place.

Lorenzo didn’t knock when we got to the massive wooden doors. He didn’t have to. A butler in a crisp black uniform opened before we even reached the last step. His face was a mask of polite disinterest, but I could tell by the way his gaze flicked to Lorenzo and then to me that he knew exactly who we were.

“Mr. DeLuca,” the
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