13. It felt like a brand. I glanced at my bank account app on my phone. Dylan was right. After buying the guitar, I had

r dignity. Maya' s plan was diabolical. She knew I would do anything to get those photos back. She wanted to force me to bid, to p

of children that had lost its brakes. She had saved dozens of lives at the cost of her own. "The Fallen Star," Maya had c

at made it hard to breathe. They weren' t just selling

n sneered. "He looks l

ther man said, his voice loud enough for eve

out. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears that thre

ne. "Shall we begin the bidding for the 'The Fallen Star'

to sto

was quiet, but it cut thr

urned to l

low, threatening hiss. "Ethan, don' t try anything stupid. If you

revealed her betrayal, I felt a flicker of someth

n this starts," I said, my vo