Magic Rises (Kate Daniels, #6)

by Ilona Andrews

I couldn’t hit an elephant with a gun at ten feet, although I could probably bludgeon it to death.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes you scare me, Kate.” “Barabas, you grow two-inch claws and can bench-press a Shetland pony. And you find me scary?”

Would you care for something to drink?” “Is it poisoned?” “It’s Saturday,” I said. “We only serve poison during the week.”

“I would’ve rescued you sooner, but you were having an important relationship conversation.”