Mistborn: The Final Empire

Too quickly. Vin didn’t have time to think as he splashed through the misty rain and grabbed her by the throat. I’ve seen that speed before, she thought as she struggled. Not only from Inquisitors. From Sazed. That’s a Feruchemical power. Just like the strength Marsh used earlier.

Elend sighed, glancing toward the shutters to her room. They were closed, keeping the mists out, though Vin could see the darkness beyond.

Vin found herself trusting Elend’s instincts more than she did Tindwyl’s.