Theora was silent. Not only because she knew it would be futile to convince Reylan he was wrong but also because, right then, she just couldn't find the words. She was far too shocked to think straight and come up with something to reply. A part of her knew that this was just one auction, some vampires and that she had no way of knowing how common this actually was. The other part was terrified that he was right and this was just a glimpse into the world of what half her blood was made of. It made her sick, nausea-inducingly sick, as they had to listen to vampires bid on human lives, one after the other. She counted six. Six humans, ages sixteen to twenty-three, four females and two males, whose lives were bought just like that. In the darkness of a room, with a mere gesture of a hand, by
