Violent intruders didn't get to make that decision. Daimon hissed and staggered back, twisting his body away from her and caught her wrist. "Stop it," he demanded, like talking to a toddler having a fit. Where did she get off attacking him like he didn't have every right to know what she was doing there? Over a fucking camera? He threw her to the ground, catching the camera by the strap before it dropped, and took a wide step away from her, turning on the camera to sift through it, to see what she going through the trouble for, before she decided to attack again.