"Quick, restrain him! Don't let him get away! Get the police on the line immediately!"
The shout acted as a catalyst, and before Roman York could even process the shift in the room's energy, a group of local antique dealers—men who had been ready to mock Liam seconds ago—surrounded him. Their faces were twisted with the particular brand of fury reserved for those who had almost been swindled.
"You absolute piece of trash!" Caleb Crawford spat, pointing a trembling finger at Roman. "Selling forged relics in a place like the Orion Gallery? You almost made me look like a fool! Go to hell!"
Caleb turned on his heel, his face a mask of indignation as he attempted to beat a hasty retreat toward the exit. However, as he stepped toward the heavy glass doors, the air seemed to shimmer for a frac
