Chapter 20

Haven Aamon breathes slowly, steadily and for a second there, I think he's noticed the change in my body language. I feel my cheeks heat and I'm thankful that he can't see my face right now. I pull the trigger and the shot pierces the far end of the shoulder when I actually aimed for the forehead. Shit, this is harder than I thought. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. My hands start to fall downwards when Aamon's hands grab my elbows gently. "Now now, four eyes. I didn't think you were one to give up so easily." His voice isn't mocking, instead, it sounds like he's encouraging me not to give up? Shaking my head, I push back any thoughts of Aamon being nice to me. Steadying my hands again, I close one eye. Trying the trick I've seen in movies, I fire but miss again. "Remember, focus and don't let your surroundings distract you," he says. I try for the third time. Then the fourth. "Keep going," Aamon says patiently, stepping away from me. I see him fold his arms over his chest and watching