But then he stops and looks back over his shoulder. “I don’t need to worry about you, do I, sir?”
“Me?” I ask, rolling my eyes and smiling. “Of course not.”
I can’t tell if Edgar is more or less confident because of my answer, but he goes back into the lounge
and leaves me alone in the hallway.
I stay there for ten minutes before rejoining the party.
e eat dinner all together, Eve sitting between Fox-Face and one of the female biddersand across from the man in the maroon mask.
While I have kept my distance all day, the man in the maroon mask has made his intentions quiteobvious. He wants Eve, almost exclusively. And I realize how much he wants at the bidding thatnight.
The price soars to over eight thousand before the man bows out and
