Page 26 of Captured Onyx

A deep sigh of relief escapes her throat when I let go of her arm. She casts me a dark look as she rubs at the place where I undoubtedly left my first mark on her. Anger is flaring in her gaze, but she's smart enough to keep her mouth shut this time.

"Let's get to it," I say, ignoring her furious glare burning into me as I open the silver case I brought with me. She doesn't move and remains standing in place, all the while watching as I remove the Colt 1911 and Glock 17 that I chose for her. Both of these semi automatics are a regular part of our arsenal. They're light-weight, small, and perfect for close combat, the only form of fight she'll have to be prepared for. Lailah was versed in using all kinds of guns and even knew her way around a proper shotgun, but she was a true Covey girl, raised to be one of us.

This girl is different, very different. Even getting her used to handling a simple handgun will be a challenge.

She takes a step back when I try to hand her the Colt.

"Take it!" I urge, practically pushing the gun against her chest. "It's not loaded, no reason to be afraid."

Her eyes dart back and forth between me and the gun, another frown appearing on her face before she slowly reaches up, taking the gun from my hands. Her fingers are trembling as she weighs the Colt in them, holding it up like it is a grenade about to explode.

I roll my eyes at her, torn between annoyance and an odd sense of endearment. I can't help it. It's been ages since I've been with a true civilian, a girl as innocent and untouched by the world of crime as she is.

She's completely helpless. Pure. So fucking virtuous.

Deliciously different.

Fuck, all of a sudden I realize that this will be even harder than I thought it would be.

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