Damien’s POV

The crowd was still buzzing after the final gavel struck, but I didn’t hear a damn thing anymore.

My mind was locked on one name flashing on the board in bold letters… Lyra Elton.

Who the hell was she?

The announcer’s voice echoed, “Sold! To the lady at the back,” but my pulse drowned it out. I rose from my seat before Nina could say a word, my eyes scanning every face in the room.

I didn’t know what I was searching for exactly, but, basically a face ...