Chapter 121 Training: Throwing Knives

• She leaned back against the cot, sipping from the coffee he’d poured for her. The warmth seeped into her hands, into her chest.
• Darren led her back outside to the clearing. The morning sun was warm on their backs, and the air smelled of damp earth and pine.
• “Today,” Darren said, reaching into his duffel, “we move on to something different. You can fight up close, you can shoot…but sometimes you need to strike from a distance without a gun.” He pulled out a set of small throwing knives, their dull edges gleaming in the sunlight.