Her thirst for vengeance
Sophie instructed, her tone patient.
I sighed and did as she said, holding it awkwardly in front of me. “Okay, now what?”
She stepped behind me, adjusting my grip and positioning my arms. “First, stand like this. Feet shoulder-width apart. Good. Now, nock the arrow.”
“Nock the what?”
She laughed. “The arrow, Tamara. It’s the part where you attach the arrow to the string.”
“Oh, right. Obviously.” I fumbled with the arrow, finally managing to nock it after what felt like an eternity.