BloodBound Crown
Would burn the world to ash before he let anyone else harm her.
"Now then," Grayson announced, and the room's attention sharpened. "Let's begin. Opening bid is one hundred gold. Do I hear—"
"Five hundred."
The voice came from Kael's left—a nobleman in dark green silk with the bearing of minor royalty. The room stirred at the bold opening offer.
"Five hundred gold," Grayson repeated, clearly pleased. "Do I hear six?"
"Six hundred," called another voice.
"Seven."
"Eight hundred!"
The numbers climbed while she stood there, bleeding, dying on her feet. Her eyes had glazed over slightly, and Kael knew she was going into shock. The blood loss, the pain, the silver—it was too much. Her body was shu