Chapter 109

The gunshots finally died down. Cassian narrowed his eyes, glancing at the woman beside him-fire in her eyes, jaw tight. As the target moved forward, he spared a look at the scoreboard and raised a brow in silent approval-ten rounds, five within the seventh ring. That was no joke, especially for a beginner. But Sabrina clearly wasn't impressed. She replaced the target and reloaded, determined to keep going. Cassian reached out and stopped her. "Alright, enough. Take a break. If your muscles lock up, you'll just mess up more. Chill out for a sec." Sabrina swerved out of his grip, face stiff with frustration. Without a word, she clenched her teeth and fired again-cool and deadly, like the target was him, not paper. New shots, one by one, every bullet landing within the eighth ring. She was furious, no doubt about it, like anything less than perfect would be admitting defeat. Watching her fight like that, Cassian gave a faint smirk. He had to admit-he found that wild streak of hers, that