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What if, somehow, the Demon had gotten his eye on my bed?
The thought made a shiver run through me.
“You’re all right,” Cain said confidently. He was definitely watching me–and misinterpreting me. “Remember what I said.”
“You’ve said a lot of shit, Cain. Chatty Cainey, that’s what everyone calls you behind your back.”
He didn’t dignify that with a response. “Walk down the hallway and go through the door straight at the end. I’m waiting for you in the room at the end.”
“Great,” I muttered to the dial tone, a bit incredulously. “Mysterious. Love it.”
There’s nothing someone raised by a serial killer loves like another fucking mystery, after all.
Shaking my head at myself, I followed the hallway, which ended in a T. The hallway branched to either side, but there was a room in front of me, so I pushed open the door.
The room in front of me was dark and small, and I frowned. Nope, not interested. I was still holding the door open in case it locked behind me when I felt a presence behind me and started to spin, just before someone shoved me. The cell phone skittered across the ground as I tried to catch myself, but it was too late.
I stumbled through the doorway and found myself in the narrow room, which was pitch black.
There seemed to be a real trend here of Cain keeping me in the dark.
Then suddenly, the lights came on.
And for the first time, I realized that I wasn’t alone at all.
Chapter21
Cain
Aurora was always gorgeous, but now her beauty was especially powerful. The flush of her cheeks as she stared out at the crowd, the way her skin looked dewy under the intense lights. Her white-blond hair, hanging in loose waves around her bare shoulders, glowed as if she were an angel.
She looked good in the outfit I’d wanted her to wear, and she looked good behind bars.
Her violet eyes flashed around, and she pressed closer to the bars, trying to get a good look around her. She didn’t waste her time screaming or cursing at the world. She just tried to figure everything out. A wave of pride washed through me. She was so fucking perfect.
There were a dozen men facing her, each alone in their own box, each masked. I wondered if she would know me somehow, even from here.
“I’d like to start the bidding for an evening with this young woman at one hundred thousand dollars,” the auctioneer said, and I adjusted my paddle in my lap.
I’d never been able to get close to Patrick Devine. There was nothing he loved, though, like rough sex with virgins. He rarely attended events at his own club, but I knew he couldn’t resist tonight.
Pax would figure out where he was without alerting security, I had faith in him. In the meantime, Aurora and I had a part to play. She’d done her first job as bait; everyone wanted to be the man who took the virginity of the Demon’s daughter.
Okay, I’d pretended she was still a virgin. Virginity is just a social construct; sue me.
Now Aurora was on to her second job: forming a distraction.
Aurora chewed her lower lip, her nerves on full display. None of the other men here were smart enough to see her cunning too. She was fierce and fragile, vulnerable and vicious. Those men should be thankful that I’d saved them from being trapped with her, no matter how high they bid.
And bid they did.
The prices kept going up and up. Aurora cupped her hand over her eyes, trying to block the glare of the stage lights that blinded her and illuminated every inch of her perfect body.
I raised my paddle for eight hundred thousand.
Patrick would be getting desperate. He’d always wanted what I had, and even though this auction should have been anonymous now that we were vetted, I had no doubt that Patrick was taking advantage of being the owner. He knew who I was, and he knew what I wanted.
Aurora, always Aurora.
