“Thank you,” I said softly. “Really, Isaac. This is…” I touched the pendant. “Just… thank you.”
His eyebrows lifted as if he hadn’t expected me to be so sincere—as if he expected me to berate him for spending so much on a trinket. “It’s just a necklace, Bianca. And it’s for charity, right?”
“Right,” I agreed, clearing my throat. But as we returned to our seats, I kept touching the pendant again and again, feeling oddly emotional. Pregnancy hormones, probably. Isaac definitely didn’t just buy it to dote on me.
The rest of the auction passed quickly. Isaac continued his performance, bidding on items seemingly at random, often stopping just short of winning. By the end of the night, over a million Lycan dollars had been raised, partially thanks to Isaac driving up the bids on cert
