William’s Pov There was an auction a few weeks later. For some reason, I knew Lola would be there, so I decided to attend. The air in the auction house was thick with the scent of old money and overpriced perfume. I stood by a marble pillar, adjusting my silver cuffs and watching her move through the crowd. Lola. She didn't look like the dying woman the news reports were talking about. She moved with a straight back and her eyes scanned the room like a hawk. Every time a waiter passed her with a tray, she shifted her weight, ready to move. She was on edge, but she was hiding it well. I waited until she was standing alone near the velvet rope of the main exhibit. I stepped into her space, not too close, but enough to let her feel the shift in the air. "You feel the bond, don’t you?" I asked. She stiffened. She didn't turn around immediately. She took a slow breath, then shifted her head just enough to catch my reflection in the display glass. "Stay the hell away from me," sh
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