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ttered the mirror be

scream. S

all, her back pressed against the door. The second shot pu

t," she hissed, her fingers already curlin

't be *stupid* enough to." His hand closed over hers, stopp

closer. Moretti's men-professiona

ed, but her voice staye

hecked his pisto

d y

e bul

g too sharp to be a smile. "The

r burst

*crack*. He went down screaming, but the second was already swinging a knife at her throa

slicked h

ice. Two bodies

her neck. She gasped, her vision spotting-then *bit down

red back, clawing at his th

enc

the back of her hand, her brea

ing her toward the service e

im off. "No

ve

adow, her dress tearing on jagged edges. Below, voices shouted in Italian-*Find them! Ki

dropped out f

of discarded roulette tables. Pain shot up her leg

is jacket torn, his express

nly door-a rusted metal

nera

augh was raw

ech. Beyond it, a maze of tun

that darkness,

e gun into her ha

gaze. "Who

d at the end

ice was

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er curled aroun

d just gott