“One and a half million,” Harley said after lifting his right hand.
Connor gaped at him. He noticed several other people also staring at Harley.
“Two million,” another bidder countered, sneering at Harley.
Harley’s expression remained flat. “Three.”
Some people gasped while Harley’s competitor glared at him. “Five.”
“Ten.”
Connor almost choked on air as he darted his eyes between Harley and the athame. He wondered if his lover had lost his damn sanity. He couldn’t understand paying ten million dollars for it. That was fucking crazy. Apparently, Harley’s competitor thought the same thing because he looked furious. However, the man didn’t utter another word.
The auctioneer raised his gavel after a moment of silence. “Ten million going once.” Everyone remained quiet. “Ten million going twice…”
“Get it over with, idiot,” Connor muttered. “There’s nobody else who’s willing to fight with Harley over that piece of shit.”