Chapter 13

I’m not sure what Martin’s goal is. If he wants to teach me, he shouldn’t do it this way. My hands clenched, but I took a deep breath before returning my gaze to the target.

Although it is still a fake, there is a picture of the Villalobos. My fists right away shook as I glanced at the pictures of the Villalobos family pinned to the target.

Martin said, “I’ve been watching your shooting practice for a while,” but I stayed silent. “I noticed you were nervous about holding the gun, so I instructed my staff to make a picture of the enemies, so you could focus on what you were doing.”

I took a step back and shook my head because I wasn’t ready to see them again, not even in pictures. What is Martin thinking? I’m doing great in training! He no longer has to do this to me!

He grabbed my hand, but I evaded him and pointed at him, frightened.

“I’m not ready to face them, even with their pictures!” I yelled. And turned away because it made no sense to continue my training.

“How can you take re