Wildfire -  Ilona Andrews

Cornelius straightened. I got off the floor and looked at the mangled corpse. Cornelius hefted his frying pan, pondering the body.
“But you don’t like guns?” I whispered.
“This is different,” he whispered back. “This is how an animal kills. This feels more real.”

 

I find this hilarious. Must be a savage myself, lol.