Chapter 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 flicker across her face. Surprise?
• "Who sent you?" My voice was a little too calm for someone who was pointing a loaded gun at a supposed long-lost sister.