Safety Off

Cassia

The cold weight of the matte-black handgun in my hands felt like a terrible, quiet secret. It was small—small enough to sit discreetly in the palm of my hand or tuck into the satin lining of an evening bag—but the heavy density of the steel reminded me that it had only one purpose. It wasn't an ornament. It wasn't a piece of jewelry like the green emerald ring sitting on my other hand. It w