Her gray gaze narrowed, then she shook her head, seeming to brush it off, and sat at the gurney we used as a table. "How about a 'it's so nice to see you, dear sister. I do hope you slept well.'" A flash of metal rolled across her tongue, visible long enough to flood my mouth with saliva before it vanished again.

I whirled around and slammed through the double doors into the kitchen. My insides squirmed with need, kicking and wailing for a taste of what she had - iron. Sharp ...