Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

The Assassin would have had her there but for my shoulder hitting the back of his legs, carrying him down. We fell onto Lisa as she scrambled for Crocea Mors, the three of us tangling on the floor. She thrashed about wildly and to little avail, leaving me to wrestle one hand around the Assassin's knife hand and the other around his throat.

Something bit into my hip – another blade of some kind, smaller. I grunted and clenched my hand tighter, cutting off his air. All the while, my other hand kept the knife away from Lisa.

Footsteps echoed outside. Finally, someone was coming to investigate the noise.

Kicking off the ground, I rolled back, dragging my opponent with me, off Lisa's panicked body. In doing so, I was able to roll the smaller knife out my hip and trap his hand under my side.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]