Becky's POV
The evening of the auction arrived sooner than I had anticipated, and the weight of our choice to spy on The Broker's activities felt more than weighty. Though we had planned as much as we could, every stride Leo and I took toward the venue seemed like we were walking more into a trap.
Dressed like we belonged here, Leo and I fit the throng of affluent guests. This was the kind of event where, as long as you had the correct attire and confidence, nobody asked you who you were. Benevolent on the surface, yet, my heart was racing.
The building was a magnificent mansion with tall columns and large balconies radiating wealth and power. People whirled about drinking pricey champagne and spoke softly. Had I not known better, I would have assumed this was simply another high-socie
