Sorrel
I bit my lip as Vik stalked to the target and wrenched out the knives as if they personally offended him. He returned, but instead of handing me the knives, threw them himself. When I went to fetch them, I struggled because they had sunk so deep.
“Here,” Vik’s shadow fell over me as I tugged the first knife free. I staggered back and he steadied me with large hands at my hips. “Let me.”
As I grasped the second knife’s handle, his hand closed over mine. Together we freed the second knife. He turned me to face him, holding the knife between us.
“If you have an opening to throw the knife, use it. Aim for the torso so you have a better chance of hitting something. Complete the throw and run. Promise me you won’t make a stand.”
He brushed the hair from my face and cupped my chin.
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