Chapter 75

“Lock the door,” she instructed, as if she’d told him to do it a hundred times before. Jesse obeyed, but he was fascinated by the array of weapons she revealed as she slowly rolled out the fabric. Most looked to be knives of some sort, sheathed in protective pockets. The one Grace extracted was a close match in size to the hurlbat, though it had some etchings on its handle Jesse didn’t recognize. “How comfortable do you feel handling Foster’s weapon?”

“It’s a bit difficult.” Jesse set it on a bench and unwrapped it. “I don’t really know how to hold it. Every edge of this thing is sharp.”

“But it doesn’t…bother you or anything when you touch it?”

“No, it never has. I’ve been handling it very carefully since we took it from Foster because the wound it delivered was so serious. But I haven’t been injured again.”