The two younger men fell silent the moment their leader returned. They stepped forward with forced, awkward smiles, shooting Naomi Sinclair sharp warning glances that told her to keep her mouth shut.
A jolt of dread went through her. All she could do was pin her remaining hope on the buyer.
The leader grinned and shifted aside, revealing the middle-aged man waiting behind him.
Despair flooded Naomi’s chest. Her pretty face went tight; she deliberately hardened her expression into something fierce and unapproachable.
“Oh, still fighting?” The old man’s voice was thick with amusement. “I like a woman who needs conquering.” He licked his lips, eyes gleaming, and rubbed his dirty hands together as he advanced on her one slow step at a time.
Naomi’s stomach turned. “Get away from me.”
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