He squeezed her wrist with unbelievable strength, a vise enhanced by the desperation of pain, and crushed the bones, turning Adessa’s hand and forearm to pulp.Ī black thunder of unbelievable pain swirled behind her vision. In the instant she was distracted, somehow, even with the needle of the agile knife still inside him, Grieve grabbed her left hand. She flinched, flung a poisonous glare at him.
Their king writhed under the pulse of the agile knife, and Adessa drove it in harder.
The Norukai were shouting, howling, demanding blood.
