#Chapter 116: Making Requests

“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 budge on this,” I tell him, and he glowers at me. “You are the most frustrating woman in existence,” Caleb says. “It is to be a gift, to help keep you safe, and you throw it back in my face.”