Chapter 7 - Ava's Choice
I sat in the darkness of the panic room, the twins sleeping soundly in the portable bassinets. I couldn't just sit there. I heard the shouting outside, the sound of bodies hitting the floor.
I had been a victim my whole life. I was done with it.
I grabbed the emergency bag Elias had prepared—inside wasn't just supplies, but a heavy-duty sidearm. I checked the safety. I had never held a gun, but I knew which end did the damage.
I cracked the door. The hallway was a battlefield. One of Elias's guards was down. A stranger was stepping over him, gun raised.
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I didn't think. I fired. The recoil bruised my shoulder, but the man dropped.
Elias turned, his face shocked. He saw me, the gun in my trembling hands, and his expression shifted from panic to primal pride.
