Knives and dire predictions weren't new to Rafe. It seemed he'd spent his entire life fending off attacks. Most of them easy to avoid, like this one.
However, Emma was still new to the madness of his upbringing. She uttered something along the lines of, "I don't think so, bitch," and then tackled the woman to the ground. A grab of the hand holding the knife and a few smacks of it against the floor disarmed his would-be assassin. Emma didn't release her grip. She straddled the woman and leaned close enough to growl, "What is wrong with you?"
"The sons of the sons of the Eternal Roamers will keep us safe from the evil of the old world, and we shall live forever as part of the universe. So said the thirteenth."