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Shea bolted upright, her heart thudding in her chest. Predawn light cast a hazy glow across the bed. She listened, hoping the gunshot was just a part of the nightmare.
“Oh. Oh s**t. Oh Goddess,” came a voice from outside the bedroom.
Shea opened her nightstand for her Glock. It wasn’t there. f**k! Where the hell is it?
She remembered the fight from the night before. Her pistol was somewhere in the Iron Goddess workshop. She dashed to her walk-in closet, keeping the lights off. Her fingers found the small g*n safe on the top shelf, tapped in the code from muscle memory, and pulled out a small Smith & Wesson Bodyguard .380.
She was still n***d but didn’t care. Clothes wouldn’t stop a bullet and she didn’t have time to put on her Kevlar vest. She had to deal with the threat now. She c
