Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride
Alexandro said.
Leo let out an annoyed breath. He took another arrow from the spot beside him, raised his bow again, and released. This time his arrow stuck at the edge of the target, better, but still far from the center.
"Good, but relax. You're too stiff."
Beside them, Loris sat in his wheelchair. The eight-year-old boy gripped a small bow made specially for him—lighter, shorter, but still a real bow. He raised his arrow carefully, balancing his body in the wheelchair, then released.