Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]
After no one said a word, she spoke up, "Three point five million going once, g--"
"Seven million," someone spoke over the noise from behind, hushing up everyone.
The woman smiled, saying, "Seven million going once...going twice...going thrice. Sold!"
We all turned, the cluster parting for a striking dark-skinned man as he stepped forward to hand his number tag to the woman. I dimly wondered who the lucky lady was that he planned on giving those earrings to.
She auctioned off two more things before picking up a glinting locket, the mass quietened. My gaze followed the locket dangling from her fingers, something in me prickling.