“If you don’t sell,” Ethan Blake said with a sly grin, pointing toward Laurie Norton, “I’ll just file a complaint to the event organizer and tell them you tried to scam this lady earlier. Let’s see who still dares to buy from you after that.”
Both Fae Stonecrest and Laurie burst into laughter. This guy really did learn fast—only the bad habits, apparently.
The vendor’s face twisted into a grimace of misery. “Come on, brother, don’t do this to me. Business is hard enough these days—why wreck my livelihood?” He sighed, lowering his voice. “All right, all right. Seven thousand. I won’t make a penny, just enough to cover my cost.”
“Deal,” Ethan said cheerfully, handing over his bank card.
After the payment, the ugly, black lump of stone officially became his.
As Ethan hefted it in his arm
