Marie-Claire picked up the blade from the desk where Clint had dropped it. She slashed the tanto in a wide arc that would slit across Kat’s throat and end in Melchior’s chest.
Kat caught a gleam out of the corner of her eye. This close to her heart a savage tsunami of adrenaline kicked her body into high gear.
The jar fell from Kat’s grip.
Her senses and reaction times enhanced, she stepped out of reach of the flat blade and lifted her arms to defend her face. She didn’t even feel it slice through her forearms but there was no mistaking the sharp sting of the aftermath as exposed flesh met the acrid air. She stepped forward and pushed Mrs D before she could complete her swing. Mrs D stumbled, tripped over a piece of wood and fell hard, the crack of her hip loud like a gunshot. Mrs Danto
