" So let me get this straight,” Ysabel asked. “You lost five prisoners, have no idea how or when, have no video footage due to some malfunction, and you can’t even make one chained up soul talk?”
“When you put it that way, it sounds bad.”
Ysabel stepped up to the warden and although she remained shorter than him by almost a foot, she seemed to grow somehow in presence. “What’s bad is if you let any more prisoners escape, the Devil won’t have to fire you because I’ll come down here myself, carve your body parts off one at a time and feed them to the hounds. Incompetence is unacceptable and I will not tolerate it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Remy laughed as Crax reeled back from her, a dazed look on his face.
He was still chuckling as they exited the rusted gates.
“What is so damned funny?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“You. I mean, you couldn’t even hold your own against Pedro last night and yet you’re threatening the warden of Hell’s Prison. That takes balls.”
He received no warning, just a flick of her hand and he went flying, his impromptu airborne status halted by a crag of rock. And not a smooth one.

-Ysabel, Crax, & Remy "

― Eve Langlais , A Demon and His Witch (Welcome to Hell, #1)