“Oh, well, auction’s over now,” Freddy replies, one bushy eyebrow raised. “And you weren’t here.” “No, I suppose not.” Adrian is calm and measured. Only the tightening hand around my waist signals his displeasure. Freddy is smiling, and Adrian is smiling, and I’m smiling – but it feels like I’ve been strapped with chew toys and thrown into the ring with a golden retriever and a pissed-off panther. One of us is blissfully unaware of the danger here, and it’s not me.
Oh, he's most *definitely* his pound of flesh later 😭
