“I know you don’t want to kill anyone, but I’d feel better knowing you have something to defend yourself with.”
“Zeldric, I don’t carry a gun because I might use it.”
“You’re not going in there without it, that’s for damn sure.”
He tucks the knife into his waistband and locks his gaze on the house.
Everything is silent. No gunfire, no shouting—and that’s the most concerning part.
“They could still be alive,” I whisper. “Maybe they’re hiding, or…”
“Let’s find out,” he mutters.
He gives me an intense look before stepping out of the car, leaving me no choice but to tuck the pistol into my waistband and follow him.
His men are armed with high-caliber assault rifles, and I even spot a few hand grenades hanging from one of their belts. Zeldric orders them to surround the house, securing
