"If this is their doing," Mattie knew who 'they' were, "Then why haven't they taken ownership of it? Shit, Mattie." He finally let her hand go and stood to pace. "How do we know they did it? How do we know this isn't something new? What the hell is it they're after? Letting us know they'll come get us no mater what? I know we're fucking involved, but this?"
He looked at his lifted hand, imagining it actually taking a life. He never thought he'd really have to kill someone, but it was coming down to it.
"Fuck!" He grabbed the closest book and threw it across the room; of course, he threw it away from her. He wasn't going to hurt her; he'd never hurt her.