She shook her head. "I’ll do it."
"No," they all objected at once.
"It’s my car." Hers, it was her baby…and someone had vandalized it. Sure it was only a little paint, but dammit that wasn’t the point. Her shifter territorial nature made it even harder for her to keep calm. Rage was coursing through her, making her grind her teeth and ball her hands into tight little fists. "I’m going to kill them."
"Get in line," said Hudson.
Chris took one of her fists and uncurled it. "Come on, come inside."
"Go," said Gio, "we’ll take care of this. Go inside." He knew he’d probably sounded a little sharp with her, but he didn’t like seeing another male’s arm around her. In fact, he wanted to snap it off.
She sighed. "I -"
"No."