“Ah, shit!” cursed someone, his voice nasal. It was Bracken, Ally quickly realized—she was glad for the distraction. Laughing, Shaya said to Eli, “You broke his nose again?” Eli didn’t look the least bit repentant. “He was irritating me.” With a sigh, Ally approached. “Let me help.” Bracken regarded her like she was a ticking bomb. She arched a challenging brow, poking at his pride, daring him to back away. The enforcer rolled his shoulders, rising to the challenge. “All right.” She gripped his nose . . . and then snapped it back into place. He stumbled backward, shouting, “Fuck!”
