Rhett grinned even wider, clearly liking the idea. The main event would be watched by all, which meant more bets, better odds, more money to win.
Rhett didn't need to say anything to hint that he was game. His grin said it all. But Whiteshade wasn't done.
"Also, seeing as you are so confident, perhaps you would be willing to up the stakes?"
Rhett raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"
"I will give you fifty thousand credits to place a bet on him for the fight, and in return, you'll have to do a… small favor for me."
Rhett glanced at Malakai, meeting his cold eyes. He smiled, then nodded at Whiteshade, shaking his outstretched hand.
"You have a deal."
"Great," Whiteshade said, happy his plan had finally worked. "Now to make sure we all keep our promises, I would suggest we use this."
He stretched out his hand, and one of his guards placed two bracelet looking devices in it. The instant Malakai saw it, he was shocked, but made sure to mask it well.
'A Clausebane.'
