At two in the morning, a gunshot jolted me awake.When I burst into the vault, Erin was standing barefoot in a strappy nightgown, surrounded by bullets and brass parts strewn across the floor.In her hand was the antique revolver my father had left me.The ivory grip had split, and the barrel was badly warped."Diana, I'm sorry."Erin was a little pale, but she didn't put the gun down."I was just looking for a spare magazine. I didn't know the hammer on this old relic was stuck. The second I pulled it, the gun went off and blew apart."I snatched what was left of the gun out of her hand.My father had been shot by an assassin. Clutching this gun, he'd fought to stay alive all night, waiting for me.That same day, Horst had taken two bullets covering Erin's escape. I'd brought most of the medical team to him instead, and I hadn't been able to save my father.Ever since then, that gun had been off-limits to everyone."I warned you never to come through that door!"Only after I screamed
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