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We are, all three of us, here for a reason.
Cam told me the reason.
I didn’t want to believe him.
What happened? We got on the helicopter so he could keep us moving and save me, and now – now I’m here. His worst fear has come true. He failed.
I am unprotected.
I am in the hands of the sick billionaires.
I am a pawn.
Not a princess. No queen. No prophecy. It was all a lie, carefully crafted so that my body can be used at will, dismantled and carved.
“Let the bidding begin. We start at $10 million.”
“A paltry sum for number two! How can you bid so low for immortality?”
“We performed a lottery and start with her, as you know, Donegal,” the announcer says in a joking, chiding tone, as if this is all a game, as if they are auctioning off a boat or a car, and not human beings.
“Ten!”
“Paddle?”
“Number three!”
For the next few minutes I hear numbers, laughter, jokes, the room filled with the scent of cigarettes and cigars. It feels like a party.
Not my funeral.
“Uhhhn,” says the girl to my left, her hand moving to my leg, the contact something. Anything. She’s human, I’m human, and that small brush of skin against skin says we’re still human.
Still whole.
Still alive.
Still us.
“Eighty million!” a woman calls out, lifting a paddle with the number 7 on it.
“Come on, Janine. One hundred,” sneers a man at a table behind her. I squint, the woman next to him laughing. She sees me and locks my gaze.
I nearly throw up.
It is The Mother.
The way her lips move, the corners of her mouth rising, the evil smile so smug. So self-satisfying. She winks at me, and I turn murderous, wishing for superhuman strength, wanting nothing more than to die trying to kill her.
And yet, I can barely breathe.
“One twenty,” she calls out, holding up her paddle. “I can finally get my Alpha-1 antitrypsin relief.”
“You need a heart transplant more, Angelina.”
“She’ll finally have one if she gets number 2’s!” one of the women upfront jokes, leading to braying laughter everywhere.
This is all a joke to them.
