Chloe's POV
The pistol on the nightstand caught my attention the moment I sat up. My eyes stayed on its jet-black frame as I reached for it and wrapped my fingers around the grip. It was heavier than I expected, but familiar enough in my hand that I adjusted to the weight almost immediately.
I turned the pistol slightly in my hand, checking it with the ease of familiarity. A quick pull of the slide confirmed what I expected—the chamber was empty. I released it with a sharp click and studied the weapon again,
For a moment, I simply held the pistol in my lap, staring at it. Gideon knew I could use one, so leaving it within my reach couldn't have been an accident. I adjusted my grip and looked toward the bedroom door, wondering whether this was his strange way of telling me he trus
