ELORA'S POV
Five minutes before the auction started, we went in and I sat down with Selene in the middle row, my palm resting against the smooth fabric of my dress. The room reeks of money and power. The low murmur of their conversations, the shuffle of designer shoes against the marble floor, the scent of their expensive perfumes, the luxury wear that cling to their body like second skin, and the occasional flicker of camera—everything screamed wealth and power.
And then I saw him.
Lucian.
Sitting at the front row with a perfect posture and his head held high. And beside him, Maya leaned close, whispering something in his ear with a smile on her face, her hand casually brushing his arm as if she owned him.
Selene leaned closer to me, her lips brushing my ear. “He sat with
