Page 71 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 1

There was no way for them to know that for sure unless they had controlled the narrative and murdered all the remaining dingo shifters in Australia.

The hair on the back of my neck raised.

We didn't have our cell phones inside. They confiscated any possible way to capture footage of the event. Even our earpieces weren't safe due to the high level of screening they were doing at the door.

We were alone in this with no way to call out for help.

I sucked in a deep breath and screamed. “I don't want just some female dingo. I want this one!”

I channeled my inner-most diva to project an appropriate aristocratic hissy fit that was drawing attention everywhere. But the other man just laughed.

“I don't know where you found this fool, but he's not even educated enough to know what to call her. Females of this breed are not called dingoes. They aretingoes.”

I cringed. While some did assign this name to female dingoes, shifters, especially of the female variety, took greatexception to the word, something about feminine rights and equality. They preferred to just be called female dingoes.

Clearly this arsehole didn't know that.

I just laughed in his face and dismissed him as I continued pleading my case with the seller.

“I have witnesses that I inquired first and I'm willing to pay your asking price.”

“I'll be sure to spread the word that you are not an honest tradesmen.” Bartholomew came to my rescue, and he spoke loud enough for all to hear.

Soon there were whispers and grumbles all throughout the tent.

“Are you the one selling all the dingoes?” someone asked him.

“I am,” he confirmed. “What may I do for you?”

“Absolutely nothing. I don't trade or buy from greedy, dishonorable men.”

He put up his hands in dispute.

“I am an honest man.”

“Bugger!” someone yelled.

For a minute I thought complete chaos was going to rain down on us, but the salesman took control of the situation quickly, halting people at the door from leaving.

“What is the meaning of this?” someone else demanded.

“Wait! The girl is yours,” he told me. “First offer takes it. If the rest of you want any of these others, claim yours quickly.”

He glared at me as he handed over a buy slip for me to go and pay.

It worked to his benefit though because others began quickly grabbing for the rest of them.

I thought I was going to be sick as Taylor guided me away from it all and over to pay my bill.

“You spent almost all your money on her. Do you know how many you could have saved with that?” she asked.

“I know it sounds bad, but right this second, she's the only one I care about.”

“It's her, isn't it? Your mate's sister?”

I nodded, before stepping up and paying my slip.

“You can claim her now and they'll release her to you on a leash or you can wait and have her transferred in the crate.”

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