Ava quelled the hint of excitement she felt when Dexter walked into the ring with a sharp axe in each hand.
She didn’t understand where this excitement came from. Usually, in the face of such danger, her fear would have crippled her, and she would have been on the verge of a panic attack. Dexter gripped both axes as he stood in his corner without moving, his gaze not leaving her face for a second.
Her heart should have been pounding. She’d dreaded seeing Dexter again, but right now, all she felt was the adrenaline rush because she wanted to beat him again. She wanted to bring this jerk to his knees again and have him beg for mercy.
They were impossible thoughts. Luck had been on her side last time; Dexter certainly wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. But it didn’t stop her from imagi
