Haven
Aamon breathes slowly, steadily and for a second there, I think he's noticed the change in my body language. I feel my cheeks heat and I'm thankful that he can't see my face right now. I pull the trigger and the shot pierces the far end of the shoulder when I actually aimed for the forehead.
Shit, this is harder than I thought. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. My hands start to fall downwards when Aamon's hands grab my elbows gently.
"Now now, four eyes. I didn't think you were one to give up so easily."
His voice isn't mocking, instead, it sounds like he's encouraging me not to give up? Shaking my head, I push back any thoughts of Aamon being nice to me.
Steadying my hands again, I close one eye. Trying the trick I've seen in movies, I fire but miss again.
"Remember, focus and
