Stephanie glared at him. He didn't understand, didn't fucking get it one bit. She wanted to yank her hand out from him. She wanted to get mad, to yell and scream and point out exactly what an idiot he'd been.

But damn her, she thought about it a little before she said anything. The glare dissolved with a sigh.

"Marcelo ... do you really think of yourself as my weakness?"

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry instead of yell.