She ripped it free, her arm snapping back in one fluid motion, every muscle in her body coiling for the throw.
Her eyes met Mira's across the room.
Her sister. Her 'reason' for everything.
And this bitch was going to take her away.
Rage—pure, primal, 'invisible' rage that had been simmering under Kaida's skin for months—erupted. Not the hot kind that made you scream. The cold kind. The kind that sharpened your focus to a razor's edge and turned your blood to ice.
Her arm whipped forward.
The dagger left her hand with deadly accuracy, spinning through the air like a silver comet.
"STOP!"
Viktor's voice cut through the chaos like thunder.
'What—'
He moved.
Not the lazy, mocking movements Kaida had seen from him before. This was different. This was 'fast'—faster than she thought the bastard could move.
