Takes An Arrow To The Knee Novels & Stories

My breath caught as I felt her lean back into me ever so slightly. "Like this," I said softly, "Let the string pull your fingers, not the other way around," She nodded, squaring her shoulders as she turned back to the target. I watched as she drew a deep, steadying breath and notched another arrow. As she drew back the string once more, my hands still on hers, letting the arrow fly seconds seemed to also fly by.

“Just… practising.” He stepped closer, slow enough to give me time to move away if I wanted. I didn’t. “Practicing’s good,” he murmured, eyes sweeping over me in a way that felt like a touch. “But your knees are caving in a little. Let me help?” “Okay,” I whispered. Jordan moved behind me, not touching yet, but close enough that the heat of him wrapped around my back. “Feet shoulder-width,” he said softly. “Good. Now sit back… not straight down, back. Like you’re aiming for a chair.”

Prepared to get my stuff and walk towards her whereabouts, yet froze upon hearing an odd noise behind the huge tree before me. I equipped myself, held my bow, and positioned the arrow—ready to shoot. The atmosphere became silent and I heard my heavy breathing, "Terra, where have you been?!" A gasp escaped from my mouth as I felt a hand travel up my shoulder which gives chills down my spine. I accidentally let go of the arrow and it voluntarily released toward the thicket.

Now he’s standing right behind me. “You hold the arrow like this,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing lightly against mine as he adjusts my grip. His touch sends a jolt of warmth through me, and I can feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. My breathing falters for a brief second. “Pull the arrow back,” he instructs, his voice steady and reassuring. I follow his guidance, my hands shaking less now. “Now focus on the target... and let go.” When I release the arrow, it barely makes it three feet before falling to the ground. Embarrassment rushes through me, but Nico doesn’t laugh or criticize.

Chapter 20: Kneel On Display Jasper While Baron places one of his hands at the small of my back, the other one goes to squeeze my right thigh. “See, you have some muscle here. Use them to refrain your weight when you kneel. Now spread your feet shoulder width and leave your arms along your body.” His right hand moves to lightly squeezed my bicep while the other hand remains at the small of my back. “Alright, don't try to fall too fast, let your muscles work. I don't want you to hurt your knees, use your abs as well as the muscles in your backside and slowly fold your knees. Keep your back straight all the time.”

Sheera’s palms were slick with sweat, and holding the quiver felt like a battle in itself. Keegan suddenly loosed an arrow into the air. Sheera followed its path and saw a deer darting through the trees. He had missed. "That cursed thing," he hissed under his breath, straightening with a grim set to his jaw. Without a glance, he held out his hand toward Sheera. She flinched, but quickly placed another arrow in his grasp, her fingers brushing his hand briefly. The contact made her shudder. As he nocked the next arrow, she felt a tear slipping down her cheek.

She steadied for balance as she gripped the first arrow. "Ok...1...2...3!" she pulled fast and hard.+ Surprisingly the arrow yanked out easier than she'd initially thought it would, making her fall back on her butt. "Are you all right?" Kendrick asked, amusement in his voice. She got up, holding the blood tipped arrow, "Are you?" "Yep. You don't have to count off each time. I'm tougher than I look." He chuckled. "I just...don't want to hurt you."

It felt lighter than I remembered, yet my arms already ached at the thought of what was coming. “Feet apart,” he said from behind me. I adjusted, but apparently not enough. His hands settled on my hips, warm even through the thin nightgown. He shifted me with gentle but undeniable strength, correcting my stance. His fingers brushed my waist as he guided my shoulders back. Heat bloomed across my skin where he touched. I held my breath. “Draw,” he murmured near my ear. I pulled the string. My muscles screamed immediately. The arrow trembled.

He stood upright and placed his feet shoulder-width apart. “You don’t have to move your hand forward to boost the arrow while you shoot. It’s best you stay put. Also, be conscious about the direction of the wind.” He taught and finally released the arrow. Belinda’s eyes followed the flying arrow as it hit the target, right in the chest. “Wow.” She said in a whisper. “That’s how it’s done. Megan didn’t teach you these?” He asked, and she nodded. “She did, but I’ve been struggling with how to stay put while shooting.” She answered, and looked at Damon again.