55 The Auction (1)

"God, were these rooms always so fucking dark?" I side stepped a decorative pillar and narrowly avoided knocking over something that was probably priceless. Or that wasn't a pillar at all and it was a person. I couldn't tell because it was basically pitch black.

"You've never been to an auction like this before," Connor held his hand out to help guide me, which I was thankful for because otherwise I would've tripped and broken my neck and then Katarina would have been dead for sure. "This is for the lower classes. You've only been to the higher auctions."

"Have you been to these auctions before, Con?" It wouldn't surprise me if he had, considering Connor had an affinity for using people that didn't know who he was. Low level auctions and black market meetings seemed like his playground.

"No, this is my first time."

I stand corrected.