“Watch it,” Ian said, without heat. I tipped my head back a little to glance up at him. He was really going to let Charlie whale on his brother like that? He looked like he was right on the ragged edge, and I couldn’t blame him: taken down by a whole pack of wolves, beaten, gouged, bitten, strung up in chains and muzzled, and then death-cursed in a magical duel, not to mention being used as a conduit for a lightning storm. Yeah, he’d earned the right to be a little tired. “Don’t break his neck before I get the chance to beat the shit out of him.” Yeah, fair enough.
