Theon's expression didn’t change, but something dark flickered in his eyes, before a slow smile spread across his face.

You're smart." He tapped his fingers on the desk. "And right. I don't just do favors."

Lena watched his fingers tap. Tap. Tap. For a moment, she considered leaving. Going back to Rhys. Asking him for help instead. But Rhys had already done so much. And Theon—Theon would be the one performing the transplant. She couldn't afford to lose this chance. She straightened her shoulders.

Making up her mind. "What is it?”

Theon's smile widened slightly. "You know what we discussed earlier." His gaze narrowed on her. "I just spent my...