Aria’s POV
I was wearing a price tag. Every time a silver fork hit a china plate, it sounded like a gavel, and every time the man from the North looked at my throat, I could feel an invisible collar tightening. I wasn't the guest of honor. I was the main course.
The dining room, usually a place of cold elegance, now felt like a cage. The Grand Luna sat at the head of the table, looking radiant and deadly in a deep emerald gown. To her right sat the North Buyer, a man named Silas who had eyes like stagnant pond water. He hadn't touched his steak.
He had spent the last twenty minutes dissecting me with his gaze instead.
Noah and Cassian sat opposite each other, two statues of pure rage. Noah’s knuckles were white as he gripped his wine glass, while Cassian kept his eyes fixed on Sil
