“I’m capable of handling whatever you throw at me, Dex. People have underestimated me time and time again.” The anger I felt at his words was amplified too. And when our eyes met, the war between us was almost palpable. Hate and pain and love and brutality clashed there in that room. “I never underestimated you, Kee. If anything, I overestimated what you could handle with me. I expected you to stay, remember?” “I came back,” I whispered out. “It was too late.”
