“Do I know how to use it? I’m not as skilled as a Stav, but I can throw one. Might even know how to slit a throat if you’d like to test it.” Roark made a breathy sound. Strange how his reputation painted him as a man of violence, yet he swallowed my sharp words with a hint of amusement. He never lifted a hand to strike any of us; he did not shove and prod like many of the Stav under his watch.
