chapter 147

She smelled sweet. That was the first thought that popped into my head when I was close to her. Her skin feels so soft, another thought as my fingers trailed her arms. My proximity to Lilliana Masters was making weird thoughts enter my head. Sweet? Soft? I was starting to sound like some sort of poet. Still, though, it amazed me how quickly she caught on to using the gun, despite her aversion to it. I found myself wondering what exactly could have happened that made her despise guns so much.

“What kind of weapons were you expecting?” I decided to ask her, arms crossed watching as her aim improved with each shot.

“What?” She stopped shooting and faced me, “I didn’t hear the question.”

“I said what kind of weapons were you expecting to learn to use. Seeing as you greatly dislike guns and all.” I said.

“OH.” She said thoughtfully, “Actually, I don’t know. Erik said I shouldn’t be expecting crossbows or spears because this isn’t a fantasy novel. But I never once considered the w