Chapter 29
Jaxon
The air in this room carries an oppressive weight, as if each inhalation is burdened with the stench of dirty secrets and the bitter taste of broken promises. As the auction draws to a close, every minute detail, every hushed whisper, every fervent bid that echoes through the space serves as a stark reminder of the ruthless nature of the game I am compelled to play. I, who have always believed in my ability to shape destiny, now find myself scrutinizing every figure with the sobering realization that, in this merciless world, even my soul bears a price tag.
The soft, flickering light of the ornate candelabra casts elongated shadows that dance across the walls, which are draped in a rich scarlet red. This color seems to envelop the room in an embrace reminiscent of blood
