Max's POV
"You claim to understand women," I said, my voice rougher than gravel, each word scraping against my throat. "Then explain this to me: why does she ignite like wildfire every time I show concern? When I attempt to shield her from harm? Why does my need to possess her make her strike back, when everything I do stems from loving her?"
Chandler's smile carried the sharp edge of a blade, beautiful and merciless in its accuracy. "Rather than seeking answers from me, consider this: while you were consumed with fears for her safety, did you pause to understand her feelings? Or did you wound her without awareness, your possessiveness blinding you to her pain?"
