The blade didn’t connect. I felt the rush of air as it flew past my ear. There was a hard thunk as it buried in the wood beside my head. I opened my eyes, realizing I’d squeezed them shut. Melinda was staring back at me, her face stricken, hands half-raised. We’d both thought the same thing: the end. But I heard the wicked smile in Logan’s voice.

“Let’s not be hasty,” he said from close beside me. I refused to turn my head to look.

It was going to be ...