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someone mocks, their voice dripping with disdain.
Before the announcer can even finish, Amber’s voice rings out from behind me. “One hundred dollars.”
I whip my head around to see her standing there, her smirk smug, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight.
My hands clench into fists at my sides. I could let it go, let her have it, but when I glance back at the painting, it’s as if the wolf is staring into my soul, urging me to fight.
I bite my lip, hesitating for only a moment before I raise my hand again. “One thousand dollars,” I say firmly, surprising even myself.
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