Page 104 of Heir of the Beast

I am surprised how fluidly I’m dancing despite my situation.

I fling my head back as I spin again, and I happen to see Black Siron standing, which almost makes me fall off the pole. Is he bidding on me?!

~Shit.~

I glance over to Eltson and he is standing as well, and then it dawns on me. They are in a bidding war.

My heart picks up a beat, praying Eltson does not give in and back down. I need to keep his interest, or I will do Apollo no good being bought by Siron.

I dance a little harder, spin a little faster, arch my back, and flip my hair with a little more passion.

By the time I stop, I’m sweaty and out of breath.

I feel eyes and whispers everywhere.

They’re probably wondering why I am dancing with this much vigor. I keep my head down, not able to bring myself to look at these monsters. The bidding is still on and going higher.

I glance up with a frown, and I see Black Siron with his arms crossed over his chest in a powerful stance. He gives another bid, and the whole place quiets.

I glance around in question, still breathing hard. Then it dawns on me that the horrid man bid an insane amount that no one wants to compete with.

Eltson is furious and leaves immediately as his advisers follow him from his booth. I start to panic, almost like I am a scared deer caught in headlights.

Wait, that’s not what’s supposed to happen.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I take off the stage and run like hell.

I don’t know where I am going, but it does not take me long to get caught by Black Siron’s people. I am kicking and screaming as they restrain me, hands once again being tied behind my back.

Angry tears fall.

I need to talk to Mort and Pierce to get me out of this ASAP.

Lifeline time.

I glance up again and gasp. Siron is standing right in front of me and my whole body tenses. He is tall and muscular like Apollo, making me immediately on edge. Will he slap me?

I flinch when he raises a hand, but all he does is smooth the hair out of my face. My heart is pounding as I watch him, bracing myself for anything.

His black hair is long, and his even darker eyes gaze at me through his mask. It’s hard to make out his facial features, but I would assume they are handsome. His smooth jaw and lips are the only features I can see.

The man is like a dark god, all power and control. A shiver runs down my spine as he continues to gaze at me with intensity.

He nods to the man standing behind me, and he hands Black Siron a pen and paper, making me curious. ~What is going on?~

Siron starts writing, and after a few seconds, he hands the paper to me to read. I frown as my trembling hand takes the paper. How odd.

~I do my homework, little one.~

~Apollo will have to come through me to get to you.~

~You are mine.~

~The sooner you realize that, the easier it will be for you.~

~Though it does not seem like Apollo will be coming anytime soon.~

I swallow and glance up in confusion. Can he not talk?! How strange.

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