Guards bowed as VIP guests entered the auction hall. Inside, a massive stage dominated the center of the room, surrounded by tiered seating that looked more like an opera house than a prison facility.
The moment Cassandra stepped through the entrance, it was as though everyone stopped breathing for a moment. Women and men alike turned to stare, conversations dying mid-sentence.
'Thank you, gods of gambling and scams', Kurt thought, lips twitching. You beautiful, treacherous bastards actually delivered.
It was the perfect distraction, their gazes glued to her like she was the only thing worth looking at in the entire bloody room, and Kurt didn't let it go to waste.
He snapped the cuffs around his wrists with brute force instantly, metal breaking apart with barely a sound, and moved toward Razor to do the same.
But he found even Razor at the moment completely dumbfounded like the rest, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes locked on Cassandra.
