well.â There was a momentâs pause as Evor searched the crowd. âYou there, come forward,â he commanded.
Shay tensed as she felt the cold chill that warned her it was a vampire approaching. Her blood was more precious than gold to the undead. An aphrodisiac that they would kill to procure.
With her attention focused on the tall, gaunt vampire, Shay barely noticed when Evor grabbed her arm and used a knife to slice through the skin of her forearm. Hissing softly the vamp leaned downward to lick the welling blood. His entire body shivered as he lifted his head to regard her with stark hunger.
âThere is human blood, but she is genuine Shalott,â he rasped.
With a smooth motion Evor had placed his pudgy form between the vamp and Shay, shooing the predator away with a wave of his hand. Reluctantly the undead creature left the stage, no doubt sensing the impending riot if he gave in to his impulse to sink his teeth into her and drain her dry.
Evor waited until the stage was cleared before moving to stand behind his podium. He grasped his gavel and lifted it over his head. Ridiculous twit.
âSatisfied? Good.â Evor smacked the gavel onto the podium. âThe bidding starts at fifty thousand dollars. Remember, gentlemen, cash only.â
âFifty-five thousand.â
âSixty thousand.â
âSixty-one thousand.â
Shayâs gaze once again dropped to her feet as the voices called out their bids. Soon enough she would be forced to confront her new master. She didnât want to watch as they wrangled over her like a pack of dogs slavering over a juicy bone.
âOne hundred thousand dollars.â A shrill voice shouted from the back of the room.
A sly smile touched Evorâs thin lips. âA most generous bid, my good sir. Anyone else? No? Going onceâ¦Going twiceâ¦â
âFive hundred thousand.â
A sharp silence filled the room. Without even realizing what she was doing Shay lifted her head to stare into the crowd jamming the auction floor.
There was something about that silky dark voice. Somethingâ¦familiar.
âStep forward,â Evor demanded, his eyes shimmering red. âStep forward and offer your name.â
There was a stir as the crowd parted. From the back shadows a tall, elegant form glided forward.
A hushed whisper spread through the room as the muted light revealed the hauntingly beautiful face and satin curtain of silver hair that fell down his back.
It took only a glance to realize he was a vampire.
No human could so closely resemble an angel that had fallen from heaven. And fallen recently. Or move with such liquid grace. Or cause the demons to back away in wary fear.
Shayâs breath caught in her throat. Not at his stunning beauty, or powerful presence, or even the flamboyant velvet cloak that shrouded his slender form.
It was the fact that she knew this vampire.
He had been at her side when they had battled the coven of witches weeks ago. And, more importantly, he had been at her side when she had saved his life.
And now he was here bidding on her like she was no more than a piece of property.
Damn his rotten soul to hell.
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Viper had been in the world for centuries. He had witnessed the rise and fall of empires. He had seduced the most beautiful women in the world. He had taken the blood of kings, czars, and Pharaohs.
He had even changed the course of history at times.
Now he was sated, jaded, and magnificently bored.
He no longer struggled to broaden his power base. He didnât involve himself in battles with demons or humans. He didnât form alliances or interfere in politics.
His only concern was ensuring the safety of his clan and keeping his business profitable enough to allow him the luxurious lifestyle he had grown accustomed to.
But somehow the Shalott demon had managed the impossible.
She had managed to linger in his thoughts long after she had disappeared.
For weeks she had