"I told you, it's muscle! And a little fat. Okay. Point is, I'm not getting up until you apologize, or until Freya shows up. One or the other, sweetheart." [i]Isabella would tap the metal dome, smiling. In the background, Irina sighed, waving a $10 bill in Bedlam's face.[/i] "I know we didn't officially bet. But I betted with myself that I'd pay you if the redhead gave up or pulled this shit. Take it."