Aritzea’s POV The car slowed to a stop outside an old stone building hidden between trees. Its windows were shuttered; only a faint line of light spilled through the cracks. Lucian got out first, then circled around to open my door. He bowed slightly. “Milady,” he murmured, voice teasing but soft. I shot him a glare, pretending like I hadn't been affected. “Focus, Lucian.” “I'm quite focused, Aritzea.” Why did he say my name like that? I ignored the flutter in my chest as I stepped out. Both of us were dressed in sleek black, out masks covering everything but our eyes. Inside, the air felt heavy, humming with whispers and money. The bidders sat in neat rows, their faces hidden behind masks of silver, gold, and black. We slid into two empty seats near the middle. Lucian leaned
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