Warriorborn (The Cinder Spires #1.5)

by Jim Butcher

“We are all animals, my lady,” Benedict said. “Some of us are better than others at working against it.”

The next time you take your mind off our mission in favor of your genitals, I am going to tear your pretty face off of your thick skull.”

“Thank you,” Benedict said to Fenli, his expression serious. He had to say it in Albion, because Cat had no direct translation for the phrase. Naturally.

Benedict’s guts tried to crawl out through his back and escape, but he forced himself to stand his ground.