Chapter 258

Quinn Steele had just finished his meal when Isla Collins wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood up. “Instructor, ready when you are.” “Yeah,” Quinn replied flatly, his expression as unreadable as ever. They headed out to the training field, Quinn in front, Isla following closely. Once there, he re-demonstrated the basics he’d taught her last time and asked, “Got it this time?” “Got it.” Without even bothering to look up, Isla recited his entire explanation word for word—didn't miss a beat. That kind of memory? Pretty rare. There was a subtle shift in Quinn's face, like warmth sneaking into ice. He then moved on to show her a few more moves. Since it was just the beginning, he didn’t overload her with lessons—too much at once wouldn’t help. So the rest of the time was mostly Isla practicing on her own. Before her family hit rock bottom, she was the girl everyone envied—pampered, no real work ever. So of course her arm strength wasn’t great. Holding the gun had her hands trembling from