Dead Silence

***Milena***

“What about you?” I asked, concerned for his safety. First it was his jacket, now his gun.

“I have this,” Manu answered, showing me the bloody, spiked baton in his grip.

Even at that, the idea of me having his gun still didn't sit right with me. I felt like I was leaving him somewhat defenseless.

“I can handle myself,” he added, having noticed my concerns. “So you don't have to worry