The Trade on Nox

One by one, the "trades" were paraded out—ten in total, each dragged into the spotlight like Sara. 

Humans, Animals, Demi-Humans, Devils and other unique creatures, tied up in chains, some meant for grabbing attention like Sara and some just for a showcase. 

Some tried to smile; others just stared at the floor. The bidding started fast and furious every time, numbers climbing into the millions for a couple of them. 

The winners grinned and high-fived, while the losers cursed under their breath. The announcer kept the pace relentless, his voice a constant drumbeat over the chaos. 

Hina's hands balled into fists on her lap. "Ten of them," she whispered, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "Ten people, and we're just sitting here." 

"We're waiting for Nox," I reminded her, keeping my eyes on the stage. "He's the target. Stick to the plan."