" Come with me,” I said in a harsh whisper. “Or I will kill you, right now, with my bare hands. You may have some of Ryzek’s learned skill, but you are still in the body of Eijeh Kereseth, and he is no match for me in a footrace or a fight or even a goddamn contest of wills.”
“Threats,” he gritted out. “I would say they are beneath you, but they never have been, have they?”
“I prefer to think of them as promises,” I said, smiling, all teeth. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)