Sabotage.
That was what someone had done to my bow. They had purposefully cut a tiny fracture into the wood so when I attempted to fire, the entire thing would snap.
And it had, right at the crucial moment. Because of this, I had nearly been gored.
Nicholas gently touched my calf, directing my leg how he needed it. With a slow but deliberate touch, he slid my boot off and inspected my swollen ankle.
The moment felt too intimate, so I spoke to break the tension.
“The last time I saw you both, you were in a swarm of eligible ladies.”
“We lost them in a hurry,” Julian said with a snort. He continued to inspect my bow, particularly where the slice had been made. “The cameras, too.”
“No one knows these woods as well as us,” Nicholas agreed.
Julian laughed. “Poor Joyce, though. He’s nev
