Becky's POV
The auction room's atmosphere had changed, and the air seemed dangerously tense. Marcus had the bid, but the way Wolfe had treated him—and us—told me this was not over. Actually, the actual game had just started. I felt an agitation rising inside me as the throng started to thin. Our response has to be quick.
Leo and I looked at one another. Though I could also see the expression behind his dark, worried eyes. He was attempting to put Marcus's actual intentions together—that is, whether we were still pawns in someone else's game or whether Marcus truly had control.
"We have to go to Marcus," Leo said, his voice low and forceful.
As we made our way through the thinning throng, I nodded, trying to project a neutral attitude. My heart thumping in my chest, my head whirled wit
