Aries presses her delicate fingers over her navy gown, and I’m mesmerized by the way it hugs her body. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone so angelic look so sinfully bad before.
Aries tips her head up to the old woman at Damien’s side. “Call the auction on this one. He’s mine.” She gives that command with all the power of a royal woman.
And all the claim of a demanding mate.
“Of course, Princess,” the old woman says with a hurried nod. “Sold to Princess Aries for five hundred crowns.”
The auctioneer tags Damien like they do cattle. Literally she sticks a silver pin right into the flesh of his shoulder and waves him toward the stairs on the right side of the stage.
Damien’s eyes close but he doesn’t make a sound as he stiffly walks off.
And then it’s just me.
“Lastly, we have a pretty demon. Beautiful pink wings like I’ve never seen before,” the woman says. Aries smiles big and wide at me, and if I could move, I’d give her cocky smile the middle finger right now. “He’d make a lovely maid, don’t you think? Maybe a fashion advisor? I bet he has great taste in gowns, ladies.”
Oh, the flattery goes on and fuckin’ on. All the while, Princess fucking cocky pants down there laughs her tight little ass off at my expense.
“Do I hear one hundred crowns?”
“I’ll give a hundred for the missus,” a man with a thick accent says.
“One-fifty,” a woman calls.
“Two hundred,” another says with a giggle that, for some reason, sets me more on edge.
Fucking pink wings.
“T-t-t-two-ten.” That voice echoes in my mind, and my gaze cuts right to the cocksucker from earlier.
My lip curls back as I recall what he was looking for.
Fuck no.
My gaze falls hard to the silent princess in front of me.
She lifts her hand and studies her nails, picking at them like her manicure is the most important thing she should be worrying about right now, instead of my fucking asshole that’s being threatened by the mousy bastard to her left.
More bids pass her by, and now she’s flat-out gossiping with the rich bitch at her side. “Oh, I did hear that Betty Jean got engaged,” Aries tells her with a rattling nod of her empty fuckin’ head.
It’s like she’s fucking forgotten all about me.
What. The. Fuck.
My jaw shoots pain through my skull from how hard I’m grinding my teeth. I can’t fucking talk. I can’t fucking move. I can only stare at her.
While she ignores me completely.
“T-t-three hundred crowns!” Cocksucker calls out, his pale claw-like hand shooting high into the air.
Silence follows.
The elderly fae woman at my side shifts a little. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
“Oh. Uh, I don’t know, like three-oh-five-ish. I think I have some change in my bra, just a sec,” Aries says as she peeks down into her fucking cleavage.
