Kaela
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“Can I get a thirty thousand Wellings?” The auctioneer’s voice hung heavy in the air.
Many paddings had stopped rising. It was just two left. Number 32 and Number 140.
The price kept climbing.
“Can I get fifty thousand Wellings?”
Pad 32 shot up into the air.
My stomach twisted, and I prayed…prayed to a god that had never answered me to please answer me this time.
And then—
“Sold.”
My head snapped to Lolita, and a soft smile touched our lips.
Even if we were in hell, we weren’t alone.
….
Outside, our new master stood before his carriage.
Jet-black hair. Chiseled Jaw. And the sharpest brown eyes I had ever seen.
The guard dragged us to him. He gave a soft bow. “Good day, Mr. Kirstin,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “Your products.”
My body tightened. It was Mr. Ki
