Alpha Loren
"Use your strength and try again."
This time I locked my eyes on the bottle and took a deep breath, keeping myself as still as possible. Andrea slowly let go of me and stepped to the side.
The bottle was brown glass and small, probably only a pint. The label, although written in Spanish, I could tell read something about a tiger and it was 7% alcohol.
I shot.
The glass shattered and crumbled to the floor in pieces.
"Good job, Blanca," Andrea said slapping a hand on my shoulder. "Impressive."