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ating up, fueled b

eer announced the la

ce of local legend. The personal, custom-made dagg

on satin. Its hilt was carved from obsidian, the blade etched

wn like Coyote Creek, so tied to biker cu

shot his paddle up.

o bolster his tough-guy

the next town over counte

price quickly climbing past

kept glancing at his mother, Brenda, w

oice tight. It was clearly his limit. He looked at

lent, waiting fo

the silence from the corner. It was

mil

ad snapped toward the man who had b

back in his chair and gave the auctioneer a sli

furious red. He stared at K

one million dollars, from Mr. Pet

t Kade Peterson. And no one else ha

ell. "Sold! To Mr

f gum. A man in a matching leather cut, the one I'd see

sat there like a fool, his face a mess of shame

. Kade had just shown everyone, in the most brutal way, who

to a close, and t

ther. She was hissing at him, and hi

ath and stood, sm

ext to Skylar. "

instantly, "

arted walking through the crowd, my steps ste

was about

his glass. His body leaned forward slightly, and for the first

and everyone else, the