Boiling Point

Dexter stood up as well, pushing his chair back roughly. The sharp scrape of the chair legs against the floor echoed through the room. “Exactly what you bloody heard,” he replied coldly.

Declan's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing. “What the fuck is your problem, man?” he growled, his eyes blazing as he stepped closer to Dexter.

They were now nose-to-nose, their faces inches apart. Dexter had a