Malakai's eyes bored down at Eve with pure rage and he inhaled a shivering breath before twisting his gaze back to Patro who was convulsing in his grip.
"Malakai!" she squeaked, glancing at the door every now and then. "Please, let him go. I beg you."
A deep breath fled from him and he tossed his body to the floor.
Outside at the auction hall, the guests were all murmuring to each other, their eyes shifting to Herla every now and then.
"He couldn't have done that…right?"
One of the guests responded to her comrade, "I doubt it. There has to be some sort of explanation. That may not even be Mr. Zolotov for all we know."
"That sounded exactly like him."
"Do you think she knew? I found out from someone that she used to be tight friends with Eve, Patro's Ex mate."
The woman gasped at her friend and immediately shot a look at Herla. "You don't think she…"
