SERAPHINA
“Grace doesn’t seem to be here,” he murmured, his voice growing quieter, serious.
I followed his gaze toward the she-wolves being auctioned off one by one, trembling in the arms of the highest bidders. Yet most of their eyes were still fixed on me.
My skin crawled under the sheer veil.
Still I didn’t look away from that velvet curtain.
We hadn’t come this far for nothing.
Tonight’s auction was nearing its end, and Grace had not appeared.
My fists clenched tightly in my lap. “How come she’s not here?” I whispered, just as static flickered in my earpiece, “That means she has to be on the floors that Ronan, Asher and Finn are checking.”
Asher’s voice filtered in first, “Nothing. We checked every room. She's not here.”
Then Finn, “Same. No sign of her on my floors.”
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