"I trust most of you are familiar with the history behind the statue of the grand sage's departure."
The moment the auctioneer's voice fell, applause erupted across the hall. Several of the younger female guests turned their gazes toward Quinn Thorne with undisguised heat in their eyes. In their estimation, this young man had to be some kind of hidden heir from old money. There was simply no other explanation for someone who could outbid Tristan Blackwood in a head-to-head war of wallets.
After securing the bloodstone dagger, Quinn let out a long, slow breath and allowed his shoulders to settle. The entire trip had been worth it for this alone.
"Thank you for your help, Ms. Sinclair," he said, turning to Vivian Sinclair beside him.
Vivian studied him with an expression he couldn't quit
