James glared at her but stood his ground. When he heard her name he narrowed his eyes but kept his fists loose. Tight fists meant a loss in speed. His mother had taught him that. "Rebekah. Heard about you," he said. "James Rogers. What are you doing here?" he demanded.
He knew he was in danger. He had no way of contacting anyone for help and if Clint was any indication, she had a lot of speed at her disposal.