Aria's POV
The crate stopped moving completely. Heavy footsteps approached. Metal latches clicked open. Bright light exploded through the cracks. The lid swung upward.
Even through the blindfold, the sudden brightness burned against my eyes.
Rough hands grabbed my arms. "Get her up."
My legs barely obeyed as they dragged me onto my feet. The wolfsbane still coursed through my system. I let my body sag. Let them believe I was completely helpless.
Play weak, Lydia agreed. Hunters relax around wounded prey.
They led me forward several steps. The blindfold was ripped away. Light stabbed into my eyes. I blinked repeatedly until the room finally came into focus.
My breath caught. It wasn't an ordinary auction hall. It was a luxurious underground theatre built beneath what looked like the
