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Zade answers smoothly.
“And we’re driving.”
I lie.
Cassian cocks a brow but says nothing when I’m about to take the seat beside Zade and he pulls me into his lap instead.
My heart races, but I simply run my hand along his back, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and kiss Zade softly. We break apart and Km about to turn towards Cassian when I catch a glimpse of his expression in the glass lamp base that sits on a small table beside us.
An expression so cold and contemptuous that it sends a shiver of unease down my spine…
Valerie’s demeanour changes and she leans into me a little more, her heart thundering.
‘His expression is off,’ she murmurs through the link, kissing me sensually. I wrap my hands around her, protectively kissing her back.
‘I’m not surprised. There’s more to him than meets the eye and we might just find out today what exactly his intentions are,’ I say as I move back and look at the man whose expression is once again polite and welcoming. 1
But even a killer can wear a smile.
“So tell me, how did you two meet?”
Cassian asks. “I won’t deny that I was very disappointed when Valerie told me she was taken.”
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I smile faintly. “Anyone would be,”
I remark. “We met a while back, but even destiny created us for one another. You must have heard of a werewolf’s fated bond?”
“I have, but I also know it’s rather rare,”
he remarks. 2
Knows it’s rare, not heard that it’s rare. How is he so certain?
“It sure is, but it’s also one of the most powerful things… we would do anything for our fated,”
I answer, lightly running my hand up and down Valerie’s waist.
He chuckles. “That does sound intense. ‘Anything’ is a big promise.”
“It is, and by anything, I really mean anything.”
The threat is subtle as I smile faintly, a smile that holds no emotion and one he returns with one of his own.
“I see… I’m assuming you would even kill for her.”
I cock a brow. “If the need arises.”
I cut Valerie off. “Without hesitation.”
“That sounds almost like a warning,”
Cassian remarks with another smile.
“Ok, the proclamation of how much the bond means is clear. So how does the auction work?”
Valerie asks, and I realise the atmosphere around us has become pretty tense.
Both Cassian and I look away.
“Well, there’s a lot of donations in terms of items made for the auction. Some are extremely pricy, others are not so much. But the money is for charity, so everyone is rather generous. It’s all just a little fun. I hope you find something you like today, too.”
“I’m sure I will,”
Valerie answers with a small polite smile.
An hour and a half later we were seated at a table enjoying the meal as the items were displayed. It’s casual, with dinner continuing as people bid on items. There is a lot of artwork, some sculptures, and even an old medal, and a necklace.
This place isn’t my scene and the attention I’m getting is irritating. I prefer to keep a low profile and that isn’t really happening with so many annoying women looking at me.
My phone vibrates and I take it out to see it’s a text from Adriana. She’s currently watching my laptop where I am working on hacking into the system that controls the microchips. I’m close, but it’s been stuck on 99.5 percent for days. It’s taking longer than I had hoped for or predicted.
I had tried to ask her about Atticus, but she made it clear she didn’t want to talk about it. I look down at the message.
ADRIANA: It’s changed to 99.7 percent! We are close.
Excellent.
‘We’re close,’ I tell Valerie who is watching me, noticing the slight change in my heartbeat. She smiles softly at me and I lean over, placing a finger under her chin. ‘We’re almost there, Little Mate.’ I murmur through the link, leaning in to kiss her just when the next item is announced, the title catching my attention.
“This one is by an anonymous benefactor called ‘The Moon’s Sacrifice.”
I peck her lips and move back as both Valerie and I turn and look at the image that contains a stark moon, trees, darkness and… a half-man, half-wolf impaled on a cross.
A murmur sifts through the crowd and the sound of a chair scraping makes me turn and a man, who I’m certain is a werewolf, although I can’t really sense his wolf, leaves the room, causing a ripple of whispers in his wake.
“He probably took offence,”
someone murmured.
“Well, if something so small is offensive to them, then maybe they don’t belong in society…”
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“From a mysterious benefactor,”
I say pretty clearly. “Or coward. Make the art and display it proudly. What do they have to be afraid of by staying anonymous? That says a lot about them.”
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Silence falls around us, but I ignore them looking ahead.
It’s an oil painting, but any hand-painted picture requires one’s presence and being around something leaves a scent. I’m sure I can sniff out who it belongs to if they’re here, anyway.
“We will start at fifty dollars.”
No one speaks and I raise my card.
‘What are you doing?’ Valerie asks, confused.
‘Wait and see,’ I respond, drawing circles on her sexy thigh. Oh, I want to fuck her. She looks so fucking good. 2
Hesitantly, someone else joins but it is just one old man and me. No one else daring to bid.
“Four hundred dollars.”
I raise my card again.
“Do we have four hundred and fifty dollars?”
I glance at the man, who pulls at his collar but doesn’t raise his card.
“Congratulations, it’s yours Mr…”
“Toussaint. Zade Toussaint,”
I say clearly, making another wave of unease filter through the room. Everyone knows the name, even if it’s not associated with me, but Zaia.
“It’s yours, Mr Toussaint.”
I nod curtly as we continue eating. Excellent.
The moment we’re done eating I make my way over to one of the organisers, with Valerie by my side, taking out the money owed. “Mind if I see my canvas?”
“Not at all,”
he says politely, counting the bills.
I glance around, finding Cassian watching us, and give him a nod. He smiles slightly, but he’s on edge, I can see that. Almost as if he doesn’t know what I’m up to. Which I’m certain he doesn’t.
My phone vibrates again as we are taken into a side room, and the painting which sits along with all the other items that were won in the auction now has a tag with my name on it. It’s picked up and brought over.
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