Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 16]

Elayne managed to tilt the knife down so that the tip dug into my hand, forcing me to let go or risk being cut. She took full advantage, throwing one knee over my hip and shifting her centre of mass so she could ride me down onto my back. My hand caught her wrist, but Elayne saw it and dropped the knife, catching it with her offhand and bringing it up to rest against my neck.

"I win!" she crowed.

It was a stalemate, though not in the way she expected. I had her hand and I could, with the use of my Skill, burn it so badly she would scream and pull away.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 16]