"Are you ready to lose, Miss Elara?" Daniel asked, his words making Elara scoff.
"You are a fool if you think you can beat me at this." She smirked before rubbing her hand on her thighs in anticipation.
Daniel's eyes darkened.
"Let's bet," he said.
Seeing Elara's brows twisting, he gave her a sly smile.
"Afraid? Didn't you say you could win against me? I have never lost to anyone, be it at anything. Just because I am wounded, it doesn't mean I am ready to lose. A wounded soldier is even more dangerous," Daniel said.
Elara scoffed again before raising her left hand slightly.
"Don't forget about this soldier who took a bullet for you. Just because a few days passed doesn't mean I am healed up," she said before nodding in agreement.
"What do you want to bet?" She asked.
"Anything. The person who wins the best can make the person before them do anything," he said.
