Chapter 26 Old Debts, New Faces

The clerk looked nervously between them. "My lady... will you be raising your offer?"

Evander's eyes glittered. "Yes, tell us—are you going to raise it again?"

His tone was biting, mocking. Oriana hesitated, her lips pressed tight. She had only brought a little more than two hundred with her today.

She was just about to offer it all—damn the expense—when Evander, clearly enjoying himself, cut her