Danny tied the sheath to my left arm and adjusted the strap so it was snug, but didn’t cut the circulation. He took the knife from my hand and sheathed it.
“Take it out and we’ll see if the height is right.”
I reached to my left arm with my right hand, fluidly removed the blade from the sheath and held it to Danny’s neck, all in the blink of an eye. If I was this fast already, imagine what I’d be like when I reached my peak!
I let my hand drop, not wanting to give Danny the wrong impression of my intentions with his knife.
“Not bad,” he said, grinning slyly. “You almost stood a chance of nicking me.”
“Hah! I would’ve had you,” I replied, toying with the knife and turning it from side to side.
“Not likely. Come on,” Danny gestured with both hands for me to give it my best shot, “think
