Less than happy was an understatement. It was something of a constant struggle for Shane to keep his anger in check, and the idea that Boyd felt she'd deserved what had happened to her was almost too much for him to take. He didn't care what she said. He was going to find the person who had done this and flay the skin off of them.
It took him a moment to register that someone had called his name. His eyes had been fixed firmly on the floor a few feet ahead, and they drifted up, searching for the source. There. Rosalie.
She looked exhausted and wan, but that barely made a dent in his ire. He stopped walking, waited for her to get close, and then asked the only question that mattered to him at the moment.