Rude once off-handedly told her that falling for someone in Avalanche was basically a rite of passage for the Turks. They were all basically sworn enemies, so there was bound to be weird tension. Elena had dismissed it, guaranteeing she’d never lose her head over scum from Avalanche.

Until you.

“Let me go!!” Elena snarls, suspended upside down by a trap you’d set in the warehouse. How could she have walked right into something so obvious like that? “I swear when I get down, you’re dead! Dead, you hear me?!” It’s not just because you one-upped her, but also because you looked so good doing it.