Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 9]

Without a second's thought, I tossed the knife over to my badly frost-burned hand, catching it by the blade between finger and thumb. My entire hand shook as agony coursed through my fingers, but I pulled my hand back regardless.

Watts and Willow were thirty or more paces away. Smaller targets than I'd have liked. My hand was shaking badly, my fingers unresponsive. I didn't even know how to throw a knife, let alone over so far a distance and at two people who could bat it out of the air with ease, if Willow didn't summon a barrier to stop it. She would have to, as demanded by Watts' wish.

But that was fine.

My arm came around and I yelled as I hurled the dagger with all my strength.

It slammed into the middle of Salem's back.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 9]