The auction hall buzzed with low conversation and restrained excitement, the kind that hummed beneath polished smiles and measured gestures. Chandeliers cast warm light over the crowd, reflecting off glass and jewellery, turning the room into a glittering sea of wealth and influence.
Leo stood among them, but his attention was elsewhere.
His eyes flickered restlessly across the room, scanning faces, silhouettes, and flashes of movement. He was searching for someone and the longer he failed to find them, the more restless he became.
White hair.
The moment the suspicion had taken root earlier, Leo's entire body had felt like it had been set ablaze. His pulse hadn't slowed since. His chest felt tight, his thoughts racing faster than he could rein them in.
He had to see Micah. He had to talk to him. Why was he doing this?
The question echoed in his mind, unanswered and relentless. His fingers curled slightly at his side, nails pressing into his palm.
