He guided her to the table and picked up the smallest handgun....a 9mm, sleek and manageable, the kind of weapon that could fit in a purse or a jacket pocket if needed.
"This is what you're going to learn first," he said, placing it in her hands carefully. "It's lighter than the others. The recoil is manageable. And it's accurate at close range, which is all you'd ever need it for."
Eve held the gun like it might explode. Her hands were slightly shaking.
"It won't bite," Dimitri said, his tone gentle despite the darkness of what he was teaching her. "It's a tool. Just like a knife or a hammer. It doesn't have intentions. It just does what the person holding it makes it do."
"That's not very reassuring," Eve said.
