CHAPTER 18 — Smoke & Ricotta

The gun felt heavier than I expected.

I turned it over in my hands, blinking at the metal like it might suddenly grow teeth and bite me.

“It won’t shoot itself,” Damian said from behind, voice like warm velvet.

I exhaled through my nose. “I’m more of a claws-and-teeth girl, not bullets.”

“You...

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