"Damn."
I muttered under my breath as I realized going home had accomplished absolutely nothing. If anything, it had only made me even angrier.
If I'd known it would end like this, I wouldn't have bothered going home at all. I should've just packed a change of clothes and a pair of boots for shooting practice and left them in my car.
At this rate, I'd be spending the next week going back and forth with my Royal Training Ground Pass—and Cyran.
Not that I had much of a choice. If I didn't want to embarrass myself at the Royal Charity Shooting Exhibition, I'd have to train harder.
"You actually came."
"I said I would. Besides, you said my gift was on its way."
"I wasn't lying."
"This?" I held up the royal-sealed envelope.
"No." He shook his head with a quiet laugh. "That's just your
