Silas had been watching Micah from the moment the boy stepped into the auction hall.
From the upper level, hidden behind a decorative railing, Silas observed everything with the calm patience of a predator. His eyes followed Micah's every movement, recording each expression, each careless smile, each small gesture as if storing data.
Micah looked relaxed in his disguise. He moved through the hall as if he belonged there, laughing with relatives, exchanging polite words with strangers, slipping easily into every conversation. His voice was light, his smile natural, his posture loose. No one suspected anything strange about him. No one guessed that the stunning silver-haired girl hid a male body beneath the disguise.
He fooled everyone.
Silas felt no admiration for that skill. He felt ownership. Micah was a secret meant only for him.
