James mood and face darkened as she went on her tirade. Old instincts, dark ones, came back to the surface. After all this. All that had passed between them this night...she was going back down this path. And what was more, he could get the feel that she was deliberately trying to wound him with how she spoke and moved. She wanted to twist the knife, drive it deep. Spite, it seemed, had become something that she was able to channel with excellent skill. His hands clanched at his his sides, before his head snapped to the side as she slapped him. All his instincts were screaming to grab her, to slap her back, to bend her over the car and fuck again right there, and damn the consequences. He let her finish, but this time, the last few phrases she spat at him weren't digging into him. They were stoking the fires of his own anger.
As she began to stalk away, his anger cooled abruptly. It didn't fade away. It wasn't gone. It was simply cooling, annealing into something cold, sharp adn hard, something that he could use, something he could wield. He opened the door on his car and very calmly popped the truck. He went back to it, adn took out th tire iron, and the few other tools that were in it, tossing them into the back seat. He nodded, before taking a few jogging steps to get to Callie. His arm went around her, adn he hoisted her up off her feet.
"See, I'm done taking thta kind of shit from you now." James annoced calmly, carrying her a few steps back to the car and tossing her into the trunk. He slammed it shut afterwards with a nod. He leaned down, puttign his face close to the metal so she'd still hear him. "Thought we were past this Callie girl. But apparently not. So we're going to go for a little ride." He got back in the car,a dn started the engine. There was a satisfied smile on his face, and he felt...hungry. That sense of control, of right, was coming back to him now. The night was still getting better. He pulled out of the lot, adn made his way towards a little apartmetn he'd been setting up for himself.