Jasmin's POV
"Mariyah isn't among them," he whispered, his tone dropping to something darker and more concerned.
My gaze swept across the trembling she-wolves being dragged away by their new owners, each bid sealing another tragic fate. Yet despite their terror, most of their attention remained focused on me.
The translucent veil did nothing to shield me from their stares, and my flesh prickled with unease.
Still, I refused to tear my eyes away from that crimson curtain hanging at the back of the stage.
We had risked everything to infiltrate this place tonight.
The evening's auction was drawing to a close, and Mariyah had never been presented.
My hands curled into tight fists against my thighs. "Why hasn't she appeared?" I breathed, just as crackling static filled my earpiece, "She must be somewhere on the levels that Max, Elliott and Clyde are searching."
