CHAPTER 14
“The corvo is meant for a clean, quick kill.” Rasheed held a blade similar to the one he’d gifted me. His was far more rounded, and the handle looked like polished brassrings that wrapped around each of his fingers. “You can use this for either stabbing, or slashing. Like I’d said, both sides are quite sharp.”
Rasheed twirled around, his arm cutting at air. He twisted and lunged forward, stabbing at nothing but the empty space in front of him. His movements were quick, but calculated, as if a rehearsed dance he’d practiced time and again. “Do you see?”
I nodded my head, vigorously. “I do.”
“The blade is nondescript enough that, when done right, no one will realize you are armed until it is too late. You can walk up to your intended target, and jab them in the gut as you pass
