I'm sure he was expecting to hear his mother's name spoken, but that didn't keep Piers from lunging for Iosif. The rattle of guns being drawn didn't faze me. My demon had dealt with the bully boys already. And I had absolute faith Charlotte could handle them physically from that point on. In fact, I felt her move past me, the whisper of her wolf emerging at the same moment I reached out and grasped Piers by the shoulder of his longcoat and pulled him sharply back and to my side.
He snarled at me but caught himself, straightening up while Iosif cowered away from my friend like he expected to be killed. I kept a firm hold on Piers as I spoke to the quivering mafia man.
"Eva Southway isn't Brotherhood," I said, letting some outrage creep into my voice if only for Piers's benefit. He must have been thinking the same thing, because his whole body relaxed somewhat at the tone I used.