"Mistake! Do you have a single clue how fucked that is?" As he spat out the words, Ronan pushed himself away. Using his arms and his only uninjured leg, he slowly moved toward a chair. He fought back a wince every time he bumped into a chair.

Finally, he was within reach of a chair. He grabbed it and started to pull himself up. He kept his gaze on Ivar. His usual icy eyes blazed with unchanneled anger. Their fight had done little to cool that fire.

"Stay away from us."