Binding Mab

Mab moved so quickly that I literally never saw it. The gun was suddenly, simply gone from my hand and was being pushed into my face—in exactly the same spot where Maeve had been shot.
“I,” Mab said coolly, “am not your servant, Dresden. You are mine.”
“Demonreach,” I said. “If our guest pulls that trigger, take her below and keep her there.”
The guardian spirit’s vast shadow fell over us even though there was nothing actually casting it, and Mab’s eyes widened.
“Servant,” I said. “I don’t like that word. I suggest that you consider where you stand and choose a different term. My Queen. And you will be gentle with that girl, or so help me I will make you regret it.”
Mab’s mouth quirked very slightly—her eyes more so. She looked up at me almost fondly, exhaled, and said, “Finally, a Knight worth the trouble.” She lowered the gun and calmly passed it back to me.


Cold Days Chapter 53, page 501