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I stood and watched, needing a few minutes to analyze the situation.

A real live auction. I’d seen them before, but this one was on a whole different level of perversion. I tried to scan the basement, looking for Felipe, but it was too jam-packed to find him among the crowd of bloodthirsty murderers. Then I thought I spotted him, standing in the back with his arms crossed over his chest.

Waiting for God knows what.

My attention snapped back to one of the auctions going on. There were several happening in the large open space. Most of the slaves were in cages with their sales number posted out in front of it as if they were nothing but animals in a shelter. It was sad to see, immediately making me sick to my stomach.

I’d seen evil, but this particular sin was always harder to swallow. Some slaves walked around the room while others were being fucked or tortured as a trial and to test the merchandise.

“I have a hundred grand on twenty-two!” A man lifted a wad of cash.

“I got forty thousand on fifty-three!” someone else screamed beside him, stirring the deviant energy erupting from the crowd like a fucking volcano.

No humanity.

No morality. No. Fucking. Souls.

Other than the ones they were collecting.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

LUKE

Their merciless stares never wavered from the scenes unfolding in front of them.

“I have sixty grand on twenty-nine!” another person called out from the crowd.

“I got thirty grand on sixty!” a woman shouted that time.

“I got another twenty thousand on sixty!” someone else chimed in.

For some reason, my intense glare went back to Felipe, who still stood there calm and collected.

Once again, just waiting for I don’t know what.

He was allowing these rich-ass people to play their wicked cards, because money could literally buy you anything you wanted. Felipe turned and watched from where he stood, his expression void of any emotion.

And that was when I felt her.

Turning, I swear I saw her wearing a black cloak with a black lace mask through the crowd. Except as quickly as it happened, it was over even faster. I looked around for her again, instantly realizing she disappeared.

Fuck.

I turned and sprinted up the stairs. Rushing my way back toward the estate, I needed to find her. I felt like my life depended on it. The rooms were already crowded with endless amounts of people feeding off the evil of each other. Music played loudly through the speakers as everyone mingled and carried on without a care in the world, not giving a flying fuck what was happening on this property.

I hated that Sloan was there among all these soulless people. She didn’t belong in this world.

Not now.

Not ever.

My first and only thought was that they were going to try to sell her. My blood boiled to the point of searing pain, blinded by craze and madness. Looking for her but coming up empty.

I knew she was still at the party.

I still felt her.

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