DRAVEN
"It's poison. I want them to die…atleast starting from Garrick." She said it so shamelessly without caring and I moved so fast I knocked the wooden spoon off the counter.
Two steps, one grab, and the vial was out of her hand before she even finished the sentence. My heart was doing something loud and erratic behind my ribs that I was going to ignore completely.
She spun on me. "Give it back."
"Hell no…are you crazy?"
"Draven." Her voice dropped low, dangerous, the kind of tone that reminded me she wasn't just some woman in a kitchen — she was a siphon who had drained me to my knees on the side of a road without breaking a sweat. "Give it back right now."
"You going to siphon me for it?" I held the vial up between two fingers. "Go ahead. Try it."
She stared at me. Her chest w
