“Those look like broken ribs," Hunt said wryly.
"Definitely broken ribs, Athalar," Bryce replied, sitting back on her heels. "And a broken arm, from the way he's cradling it."
"Skull fracture's healed," Hunt observed with equal distance, as if they were on one of his favorite Vanir crime show procedurals. Ithan's eyes flashed again.
"I'm sensing hostility and a good dose of male pride," Bryce said.
"Throw in some stubbornness and I'd say we've got a classic case of stupidity," Hunt answered.
"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Ithan demanded.”