Marie Rutkosky. Kiss the winner (№ 379487)

Didn't matter that on the trail Kestrel was ahead of him. ARIN could zip through the city in the open, while Kestrel crept through the alleys.
Their eyes met, and Kestrel felt completely defenseless.
But she had a weapon. He's not at least in sight. Her hand instinctively fell to the jagged blade of the knife.
ARIN saw it. Kestrel didn't know what came to the surface before: it is a sharp pain, so evident and strong, or confident, equally clear, equally strong, that she can never raise a gun at him.