Drio didn't move but the air charged with a new alertness.

The glass on the vial cracked and the half-demon gave a low, satisfied growl. When she pulled her hand out, it glowed green. The Rust had been absorbed into her skin. Foam bubbled at the corner of her mouth, and she flicked out a fleshy tongue to wipe her lips clean.

I barely suppressed my shudder.

"Good quality." Her voice was hoarse and her pupils were dilated. Then her head lolled forward and she ...