Waste of breath if you asked me.
My lack of response irritated her. It led her to act rashly.
She raced toward me, fast, but nowhere near as fast as the enforcers I trained with on a weekly basis.
I let her come.
Her fist crashed into my chest. Pain radiated up from my back as I hit a nearby car with a crunch, the window shattering.
I sucked in breath as Kat took her time strolling toward me, confidence in the way she moved.
Resting against the car, I took stock. My chest hurt, so did my back, but it wasn't intolerable.
I'd taken worse hits before. Hell, even the dodgeball Liam had thrown at me yesterday had hurt more.
I planted a hand against the car and started to push off. I only made it half way up before the color under my hand registered—a distinct burnt umber. The exact same shade as my car.
I shook my head. No, it couldn't be. I wasn't that unlucky.
My gaze traveled over the rest of the car, noting the sleek lines of my Jaguar F-Type. My head started shaking and kept shaking as I noted the familiar looking charger in the USB port and a pair of tennis shoes that were identical to mine.
That bitch threw me into my own car.
I stepped back, forgetting the challenge for a moment as I took in the Aileen sized dent in the back-passenger door on the driver's side. That wasn't going to buff out. To say nothing of the window that needed to be replaced.
"You threw me into my car," I muttered, the situation still feeling a tad surreal.
The stunned disbelief was beginning to fade, and with it my calm.
Did she think I was made of money? My insurance was already outrageous. Putting in a claim would make it skyrocket. I didn't even know if my coverage would fix damage like this.
Kat lifted a bare shoulder. "It was an eyesore. I fixed it."
I gaped at her. Liam had given me this car. It was mine. I loved it, every bright, eye catching inch of it. Most especially I loved how fast it could go and how free I felt with the sunroof open.
And now my window was broken and the frame was bent.
My gaze swung toward Liam. Beside him, Nathan was looking down, one hand covering his mouth as his shoulders shook.
Kat smirked. "If you concede quickly, I'll make sure I don't beat you too hard."
Not. Fucking. Likely.
She'd scratched my baby. She was going to pay.
My vampire rose, her calm practicality settling over me. It was like having a psychopath taking up residence in my brain, one who was extremely territorial and more than a little deranged.
The vampire was me, but a more predatory version of me. That version didn't care about pain. She only cared that something of hers had been damaged. She wanted revenge.
My chin dipped as I stared at her. "Liam hits harder."
Suck on that, Kat.
Her confidence flagged before surging again.
"He's faster too." This time it was my turn to smirk.
Rage filled Kat's face. A long yowling hiss came from her as her fangs dropped down, mine doing the same in answer.
