“Absolutely not,” I say.
Caleb seems taken aback, his brow raising at first, before lowering dangerously. “You would deny your king?”
“I’m not comfortable with that. I don’t want something like that, that could kill someone so easily, not even to defend myself.”
“You carry a blade,” Caleb points out.
“That’s different.”
“How?” Caleb asks.
Okay, maybe he has a point. Maybe a blade can be just as lethal as a gun, but it still feels less lethal to me. My blade could be used to kill, but it doesn’t have to. A gun, I feel, has the main ability to kill, with all other scenarios falling second.
I read once, when I was back with my pack, that a person shouldn’t own a gun if they weren’t confident that would pull the trigger. I was as least confident as I could possibly be.
“I will not bud
