A crunch accompanied a sharp pain in Ronan's nose. He'd had broken it before. He had a feeling it'd just happened again. He'd deal with it later.

"I said don't even think about touching him. You've got no idea what he can do."

Ronan kicked Ivar's wheelchair back into a row of chairs. A dirty move, but Ronan knew that he wasn't defenseless in or out of it. He followed and reached for Ivar's head, planning to seize a fistful of hair, pull him up, and slam him against the counter.

Yeah, he'd changed his mind about that.

"This is what I can do."