"What do you mean you want to become my fighter?"
Elena's voice was calm. Completely calm.
The kind of calm that wasn't relaxed but was very much in control of itself. She set her glass down on the table and looked at him across the candle.
"Stiles made me an offer," Liam said. "I want to take it. But I want to do it through you."
"Do you know what you're asking me."
"I know."
She looked at him for a moment. "I don't think you do." She kept her voice even. "I saved you from him, Liam. I walked into that restaurant and I used my family's name to get you out of that chair. And now you want me to hand you back to him voluntarily." She tilted her head slightly. "As a fighter."
"I need to get close to him," Liam said. "This is the only way I can think of to do that without getting killed before I even reach him."
"You could get killed after you reach him," she said. "In the arena. Which is arguably worse because you'll have gotten yourself there on purpose."
