Well, that explained the door. But even the powerful grip on his throat didn't faze the damnable grin on his face as he sneered at her. "Trespassing, assault," he gruffly remarked. A flicker of red flashed in his eyes as he gripped her wrist and tugged her hand away with his own demonic strength, dropped to his feet, and shoved her back with a powerful thrust. "You have a lot of fucking nerve," he growled. She could save herself the trouble and tell the truth, if this thing was so important to her. Or he could look through her camera himself. Or just burn it. It was up to her.