Eric turned. He stared at Harry as if his gaze alone could burn him into a pile of ash. His arm muscles tensed as his hands turned into fists. "One of us in this room can heal. One of us hasn't started a war. One of us is smart enough shut his mouth."
He bumped into Harry's shoulder as he stormed back into the bedroom. After a moment, he crossed to the headboard and pulled at the damn medallion from the splintered wood. He growled as he strained to pull it out without bending it.