Iain’s hands aren’t bound and Harry knows how snake-fast the boy is when he’s out to do damage. Harry’s heart skitters in his chest; every muscle in his body is tight with stress. ‘If you even think of harming her, Iain,’ Harry hisses. ‘I don’t believe in hurting women,’ Iain snarls back out of the corner of his mouth. ‘Unlike some.’
Oh, snap
