Alistair leaned casually against the tank, a sly grin on his face as he watched her swim.

“The highest bidder is a ruthless collector,” he said, voice calm yet taunting.

“Or… I could keep you here.”

His eyes locked onto hers. “Maybe you’d prefer this prison over his.”

His fingers traced her outline on the glass, considering.

“What do you think, sell you to the highest bidder, or do you want to convince me to keep you?”