SELENA'S POVI stood at the firing line, my posture rigid, my breathing practiced. The target downrange was a tattered mess of paper, but the center ring... the black bullseye, wasn’t just shredded. It was hollowed out.The instructor, a man whose skin looked like weathered leather, held up the target. Every shot sat clustered tightly near the center. Almost perfectly... he stared at the impossible grouping, his expression bordering on offended."She missed once," he muttered, his voice gravelly, pointing to a slight irregularity in the cluster.I winced, my grip tightening on the pistol. "Sorry."The instructor pointed dramatically toward the target. "She didn't miss."Silence followed, heavy and suffocating. The man turned to Alessio, who stood off to the side, leaning against a steel pillar. "That shot went through the same hole."Alessio blinked, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer to examine the paper. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of curiosity and someth
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