Lisa's pov
I didn’t know what silence sounded like until Alpha Enzo said the words:
“How much are you willing to sell her for?”
Not take her, not escort her, not even borrow her.
Sell.
Like I was a sack of flour in a market stall.
My insides twisted. I wanted to scream, vomit, slap someone—maybe even myself for not collapsing back in the cell and dying when I had the chance. But I didn’t move. I stood still. Watching. Listening.
Baron’s lips curled into a slow, smug smile. The kind of smile that slithered across his face like a snake that just found something slimy to eat.
“She’s a little bruised… but not broken,” he said, swirling the wine in his cup like we were negotiating cattle, not humans. “Smart mouth, but obedient enough when she’s been starved properly.”
Ash’s jaw ticked,
