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Abel, his friend, had thought things would work out at the other bid. He looked to Kris, and groaned at his expression. It was his 'I-don't-like-to-lose' face. Which meant he'd probably have to kill Kris to get him to stop. Ugh, too much hassle.
Kris topped the bid again. Now that he had competition, he wanted this slave more than anything. He'd just been trying to prove something. Now that someone else was trying to take buy this slave, he became determined to have him. It's as if he already considered the boy his.
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