" Careful, sidhe-seer. I have chosen to spare you. Do not press your luck.”
I locked my jaw, pushed myself up, and lit another match, studying my enemies in the flickering light. Both would devour me. Just in different ways. If forced to choose, I’d take death-by-Shade.
“Why have you chosen to spare me?”
“I want us to be . . . what is your word? Friends.”
“Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.”
“I was unaware you were psychotic rapist or I would not have offered. "

― Karen Marie Moning , Bloodfever (Fever, #2)