27: Danger, Depth And Drama

ALEXA

The weight of the gun in my palm was heavier than I'd expected. But I raised it anyway. My fingers easily curled around the grip, a sign that I'd done it before. Muscle memory. Assassin muscle memory, maybe. I pointed the barrel straight at Octavia, and for a split second, I saw something fli...

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