Cold air hit my face as I was escorted out of the car. My wrists were still bound, and the blindfold had only been removed moments before we arrived. Blinking against the harsh outdoor lights, I took in my surroundings.
A massive mansion loomed before me, its stone facade imposing in the moonlight. High walls surrounded the property, and armed guards patrolled the perimeter. This wasn't just a home—it was a fortress.
"Move," ordered one of the men flanking me, his hand tight around my upper arm.
I stumbled forward, trying to keep my balance on the cobblestone path. My heart thundered in my chest. The auction house had been terrifying, but this—this was something else entirely. I was completely at the mercy of whoever had purchased me.
