“I’m going to give him a gift,” Lambert says, simply. There isn’t so much cruelty in his voice as there is flat calmness. For a moment, those stories about witcher heartlessness almost seem like they might really hold water...

“Two, actually. The first is mortal pain. A taste of what it’s like, being on the receiving end of what the fae have done.”

He glances at Rita, brows raised. She might have something to add here of her own, if she’s so inclined, but he won’t compel her to if she doesn’t want to share.