It was on that note that Rook finally walked in through the backdoor and into the shop, the only words he picked up on was let alone destroy you, yes. They caused his stern face to look even sterner as he frowned. Long legs ate up the distance from the doorway over to the counter where he placed his palms against the countertop as he looked at Mab and James. "Who the fuck is talking about destroying James?"
Rook wasn't normally aggressive unless he had to be—like he had been last night as the need to protect Ash had kicked in—but the Gangrel didn't take kindly to threats against his family. And to be honest what had happened last night still had the other side still lingering towards the surface on alert in case danger circled back around.