Chapter 152

• Lucia's POV
• Hall packed tight. Bidders masked.. feathers, gold, shadows everywhere. Sofia shoved onstage first. Wrists silk-tied fancy, but tight. Highest bidder quick: senator, smug grin peeking under his mask. Lucia forced up beside Ryan.. Victor’s arm slung my shoulders like proud dad. Heavy. Fake. Claire lounged front row, paddle ready, eyes glittering mean.
• Spotlights burned hot. Air thick with cigar smoke and perfume. Sofia’s eyes pleaded mine.. tears silent, rolling slow. Flashback hit: nursery nights, her small hand in mine, praying quiet for Mom. “I’m here,” I whispered low. Victor squeezed harder.. bruise bloomed instant under his grip.