“Then fix it. Track Amery down and talk to her. Then deal with your family shit. You’ve been avoiding it for too long.”
“I can’t go to Amery now.”
“Christ, Ronin, you are the most stubborn—”
“Look at me.” Ronin held out his hands. Normally so steady, even after hours of working out, but right now he shook violently. “I can’t trust myself around her when I’m like this. I don’t have any control. The last time I felt this way and I ignored it?” He finally met Knox’s gaze. “I ended up hurting her. I don’t leave a f**king mark on her when she’s bound, but the one time . . .”
“After the match in Fort Collins?” Knox finished for him.
He nodded. “So I can’t even be in the same room with her until I’m calmer.”
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, showing Amery how her leaving affected you.
“Along those same lines, you’re done teaching today.” Knox pointed to the destruction in the room. “Clean up your mess. Before you do anything else.”
“I plan on it.”
But Ronin wasn’t talking about broken windows and dented walls. He’d fix this mess with Amery—no matter what it took, no matter what it cost him.