|SOFIA|
“7 MILLION,”
All eyes were transferred to the man who had suddenly offered a higher bid. Even the man in number 12 looked at him. His familiar voice made my heart thump so hard that it hurts. My throat felt dry.
It's Ian.
"7.5," the man with number 12 yelled back. The irritation was obvious in his voice. My eyes darted back to Ian. It stared at me fiercely. I know I look pathetic because I am sure he can see the trembling in my hands. He is a vampire after all.
“8,” Ian called out.
“8.5,” It was that man again with number 12.
Ian's face darkened because of what he heard. He eyed the man who is holding the number 12 placard. He then got up from his seat and began to walk closer to the stage. Everyone's eyes were glued on him and I did the same thing; I am no different from
