Carrick's mouth twisted bitterly as Samandriel acknowledged that he had once wanted Carrick dead. "That may be the first truthful thing you've ever said to me. I keep looking back over that whole night and trying to work out what was real. I should have flogged you after all. Nobody lies to me under a bullwhip."
His eyes darkened further until they were black pits. "You think this is revenge, angel? You know who I am. You know I could kill everyone in this town that you've ever even looked at with tenderness, and never feel a second of remorse afterwards. This? This is nothing more than a cosy fireside chat."