Miri was on her feet in an instant, flinging open her duster to draw her throwing knives. She tossed them up, caught the tips of each blade and flung them at Adele one at a time. Sunlight glinted off each blade as they tumbled through the air.
Adele snapped her fingers.
Both knives became water and splashed against the ground at her feet, soaking into the sand. The sight of it sent chills down Tommy"s spine. He had seen what Desa could do, but her power seemed predictable. Orderly. This was something else entirely. “Now then,” Adele said, gliding forward like a debutante at her first ball. “Maybe y"all could help a girl out.”
Miri bared her teeth, snarling like an angry rottweiler, and then broke into a sprint. She ran at full speed as if she meant to mow the other woman down.
“Sigh...
