The Carver's eyes narrowed. "Wind. You control the wind."
She did not answer.
He laughed. It was a dry, rasping sound.
"Then let's see how you handle this."
He raised both daggers and crossed them before his chest. The dark element swirled around him, mixing with something else—a howling, biting wind. He had both elements. Dark and wind. A rare combination.
He attacked first.
The fight exploded into chaos.
He moved faster now, the wind carrying him, the shadows cloaking his movements. He would appear in one place, strike, then vanish into the dark. His daggers flashed—high, low, left, right—each strike aimed at her throat, her heart, her eyes.
Saeko met him blow for blow. She wasn't about to be undone, her man was watching, she must show her good side after all, making him fall deeper for he
