“What?” she crowed. “I said my claws, not my eyes.” “Grimm, this is my second eldest Sister, Sorscha. Sister Spring.” Sorscha baulked. “You’ll just give up any information for a face like that, won’t you?” She shrugged. “I suppose I would, too.” Grimm cleared his throat. “It’s lovely to meet you, Sorscha. My wife has missed you terribly.” “His wife?” Sorscha whined, looking sidelong at Agatha. “He’s too much, Aggie. I want one.” “Please stay focused.”
