The Winter Long (October Daye, #8)

by Seanan McGuire

“Like the Dread Pirate Roberts so often said, she’ll most likely kill me in the morning,”

“I see,” said Tybalt. He stopped next to me, offering a half bow to the Luidaeg. “I appreciate the fact that I left my lady with you and returned to find her neither bleeding nor running for her life. It’s a charming change from what normally occurs when I turn my back.”