Cole blinked, a knot of worry forming in his expression. “Alexander.”
“I’m going to do it the old-fashioned way,” I continued, ignoring the warning in his voice. “I’m going to challenge Marcus in the Ring of Fire.”
Kyle didn’t speak. His face didn’t move. But I could feel his shock like a pulse in the room.
Cole, however, reacted instantly. “Are you insane?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “And the only thing that might make me sane again is Marcus’s blood.”
Cole stared at me, waiting for me to take it back. I didn’t.
“Enough is enough,” I said. “This ends now.”
Cole shook his head. “Alexander, the Ring of Fire is a fight to the death. No rules. No protections. You and Marcus won’t be evenly matched there—he thrives in chaos. You follow structure. You play by rules... he doesn’t.”
