Lake Rodney In the hall of the mountain king

"Bitch," he retorted before she had even finished speaking, "you can say all the words you want and I still won't fucking listen." Now whether she died wasn't exactly a choice she could refuse and he was determined to show her that. No sooner had his sharp words cut through the air than he attacked again, once more aiming his fangs at her throat.

He could do this dance all day, into the night. He could go on like this forever, as a matter of fact. He would not stop to listen. Peregrine would not stop until she was dead or gone.