Page 241 of Bound By Her

“Did my little surveillance escapade help?” she asked, eyes still on the crowd.

“Very much,” he said.

She seemed lost for a moment, tallying the guests.

Bryson suddenly realized who she was looking for. Why she was here.

“They aren’t here,” he said.

She sipped again. “I know.”

“Maybe next time I get sold into bondage, you can use it as a cover to kill some people,” Bryson said bitterly.

He was angry she would risk her safety. He and Kaydon had gone to great lengths to get her out of the family. It also hurt him that his sister didn’t trust that he would take care of things while she was away. Of course he and Kaydon had ended every fucker in that room with her.

It had taken a little time, but they had gotten it done.

“You need to leave,” he said, noticing one of his father’s men in the crowd.

She put on a fake pout. “But I’m having so much fun.”

“You are not supposed to be here,” Bryson ground out.

“Well, I’m here now. It will look weird if I leave. Especially after winning you. The evening’s biggest prize. Do you know how much your opening bid is?”

Bryson shuddered. He didn’t want to know.

Elena bent down, pretending to fix her shoe. At eye level, she assessed him.

“You don’t want me to bid on you?”

Bryson sighed. “It’s a long story, but we are going to Mexico.”

Her eyes found his. She had a ferocity to her. A fierceness that wasn’t there when he last saw her.

“Over my dead body. One call to Sota, and I’ll be the highest bidder, Bryce, I guarantee it.”

Bryson went cold at her statement. What power his sister had found. When he saw her last, she was a small girl, still reeling from the things that she never should have had to endure.

She frowned. “Don’t look at me like that. I can take care of myself. It’s you who needs help right now.”

No matter how grown up she looked, Bryson couldn’t see her as anything other than his baby sister.

He growled, “That is what I am trying to tell you. We already picked our buyer. It will be safer for us, safer for you. It’s a good home. Win-win.”

She narrowed her eyes, no doubt wondering what he wasn’t telling her. But he was more practiced than her, and his face gave nothing away. There was no way in hell he was going to drag Adria into this.

“That’s what you want?” she asked, and he nodded. “Where is this place?”

He shook his head. “I don’t need you keeping track of me.”

She stood, pulling his leash.

Hard.

“Tell me or no deal, I’ll call Sota and bid you up.”

He ground his teeth together. It wouldn’t matter who was the highest bidder. It was a silent auction. Elena thought like everyone else; they assumed Adria would go for the highest bidder. But still, he reasoned, it would be better if she didn’t make a name for herself.

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