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The gun is what catches ain and walk to the wall, picking up the heavy silver gun It has a wide barrel It could probably leave a wound the size of a golf ball

I pull the revolver open and check it There are no bullets Damn it

I run ers over the black handle, but that’s when I see the initials carved into it

CEM

I don’t knohat the letters stand for It’s probably another one of his prizes

Footsteps start upback The doorknob jiggles, andinto my palms

It ht be Bainor Francesca He’s not here, but they could be

“Unlock the door, Gianna,” Draco orders fronal toRelief

I rush to the door and unlock it, stepping away just as rapidly as he walks in

“Where were you?” I snap at him

“Busy”

“Doing what?” I fold htly

“Handling things”

“For ten hours? You said you’d be right back”

“And I a I’d be”

I sigh, roughly raking“I want to knohat you meant earlier You said we have stuff to talk about, so tellto accept you, and this I don’t want to be left out of the loop anymore”

He looksnote of my shaky hands as they fall at my sides “You need rest, Gianna Relax”

“No,” I respond rapidly, and h rest I’rooman Don’t treat me like some clueless child”

“You’re angry I get it” His voice is too cal it pisses ,” he says, stepping forward I know he’s lying

I snatchit at the weapons wall “I can’t sleep I—I keep waking up Having these fucking nightet rid of the asleep”

I don’t look his way, but I feel hi me After several silent seconds tick by, he walks to the wide dresser against the wall, pulls out a white pill bottle from the top drawer and then comes back in my direction