...he couldn't die now that he'd finally figured out what it truly meant to live. It meant choosing to look past his own pain to something that might heal him. Someone.
Best revenge I had. Loving you.
He'd held it all in because he thought he had to be strong around his siblings. Because this softness, his fear and doubt and pain, they were hers. Because she was his safe place, the one person he would let go with.
It wasn't merely taking out his enemies that made him strong. Being better than them was the best revenge of all.
He'd finally fugured out that he was worth saving, too.
Lexi Blake, Revenge