Page 45 of Warmongers and Wands
“No.”
He grinned. “Fine. I’ll just have to satisfy myself with killing fifteen werewolves tonight.”
“And no killing the werewolves.”
That wiped the smile from his face. “What do you mean? They’ll be attacking me. Their purpose is to harm, or possibly kill, you. Even that spoiled demon bonded to your sister would agree that killing them is justice served.”
“Well, Idon’tagree. I like some of these werewolves. They’ve got Dallas Dickskin on one hand and Clinton Dickskin on the other. It’s time to show some mercy. Beat them up. Send them running. Don’t kill them.”
Hadur stared at me. “Their name is Dickskin? Seriously? Dickskin?”
“Yep. Dickskin.”
“Well, then, I agree. We should definitely show mercy on anyone who had to pledge loyalty to a werewolf with the last name of Dickskin.”
“Good. We’re on the same page. Now let’s relax, conserve our energy, and get ready to fight.”
He bowed, the grin returning to his face. “I live to serve, my witch.”
