NIA'S POV
A scratchy smile furnished Madam Cumberbatch’s lips. Her eyes twinkled. “Sir, raise your paddle to identify yourself.”
“I lost it somewhere.” The mysterious bidder answered. “Silly me.”
Madam Cumberbatch's mouth parted and annoyance set in her features. “First preference is given to the Overlords.” She scoffed. “Which one do you represent?”
One of her men swung the light around the atrium, searching but not able to locate him. My eyes followed the light to see who was saving me from a harsh beating but trapping me in a lifetime of debauchery.
The man’s voice stretched across the space again. “He will remain anonymous in case Overlord Ozric decides to hold a grudge.”
“Damn right I will,” Ozric hissed, narrowing his eyes. A dark, evil look came across his face. “I called dibs
