Penelope POV
"Fifty million credits is a joke, Penelope, you need to sell that wolf fang right now."
Eliora screamed through my phone speaker before my eyes even opened. The screen glowed against my bedroom wall.
"Lower your voice," I said.
My voice was thick with sleep. I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the mattress. The floorboards felt freezing against my bare feet.
"I am not joking," Eliora hissed. "Check your Moonbook account this second. The post you made last night with the photo of the Ancestor's Fang has fifty thousand comments. Some proxy account just dropped a fifty million bid. You can walk away with twenty million after the platform fees."
I dropped my feet flat onto the floor and stood up. I did not look at the screen.
"Fifty million is pocket change for what tha
