Mika kept his composure, though his heart was thudding with triumph. Yelena had said it, clear, resolute, even if shy: she would do it.
The proud angel who just moments ago was trembling with indignation was now clutching the chain like it was her lifeline, cheeks hot, voice low, admitting she'd go through the condition if that's what it took.
But he couldn't let her know how perfectly this played into his hand. No, he had to play the doubtful one, the cautious one. So, he tilted his head, brow furrowed in hesitation.
"Yelena...are you really serious right now? Or are you just saying this so I won't give it away? Because if you're lying, if you think you can just take it, hide it away in some drawer, and never use it, you know I'll find out."
"...You know there's no point lying to me."
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. For a fleeting second she had thought about that, just keeping it locked away, hanging it somewhere like a keepsake.
