"I'll give Dad a ring when we get back," Mara replied. "There's no doubt about it; we need this extension. Everyone's sharing rooms and there's no spare space left."
David, the rich man who owned Jett, raised his hand and also his bid. His wife Ella was fixed on having the deer girl as a companion for her current pet. She felt that he was lonely and this deer girl seemed perfect; she knew better than to introduce another male, as Jett would undoubtedly fight them.
Spartina left the armchair to go to where the halfbreeds waiting to be sold were, and overheard the last few words spoken. She smiled to herself. At least she had nothing to worry about, having a perfect home herself. She shot a look at the silver fox. This one, she knew about. Spartina didn't think much of her; what was the point in making life difficult for oneself? All one had to do was make the most of what you got. After all, being sold on constantly would lower a halfbreed's value and make them at risk at being sold on to the more unsavoury aspects like the brothels that were discreetly tucked away in the back streets of the town.