James kept his head lifted and defiant, not letting the fear rule him. He kept his eyes on her as she walked past him and stared down at the cabin he and his mother were staying at now with Clint. He stared at her back, his hands free of weapons.
"If I even had the weapon that could kill you I'm not as fast as you are. You could rip it from my hand and snap my neck like a twig." It was blunt but James knew it was true. He was well out of his league with Rebekah. But that didn't mean he was helpless. If she attacked he'd do all he could to make her regret that decision.