“Now watch me,” Mei explained after yet another pathetic attempt.
She balanced the weapon in one hand and spun it back and forth. Until the only thing Adam could follow the silver blur left in its wake. “Think of it as an extension of yourself, like throwing a punch,” she clarified. “All the way through.”
Her hand shot out, sending the knife sailing through the air. With a satisfying thud, it sunk straight into the bullseye. Vince and Regan clapped and cheered while Mei bowed with a flourish and blew them each a kiss.
“You make everything look effortless,” Adam remarked, shaking his head, dismayed.
“That’s the point.” She rolled her eyes as she turned to him. “That’s what practice is. Over time it becomes second nature.”
“Now you sound like Ian.”
Regan chuckled from the sidelines. “I
