Chapter Twenty-One
I STAND BEFORE the sinks in the women’s bathroom on the newly claimed Dauntless floor, a g*n resting on my palm. Lynn put it there a few minutes ago; she seemed confused that I did not wrap my hand around it and put it somewhere, in a holster or under the waistband of my jeans. I just let it stay there, and walked to the bathroom before I started to panic.
Don’t be an i***t. I can’t set out to do what I’m doing without a g*n. It would be crazy. So I will have to solve this problem I’ve been having in the next five minutes.
I curl my pinkie around the handle first, then my second finger, then the others. The weight is familiar. My index finger slips around the trigger. I release a breath.
I start to lift it, bringing my left hand to meet my right to steady it. I hold
