Chapter Thirteen
How was I going to manage this? Even with spending most of yesterday practising, there was no way I could beat the women who'd been shooting for most of their lives. I supposed that, technically, I only had to beat five of them, but that didn't really mean anything. I still wouldn't be able to.
Fenn seemed to sense my discomfort, and pressed himself more tightly against my leg. It made walking a little more difficult, but I appreciated his presence more than he could ever know. It was nice having a companion at all times. Not being alone was good.
But it didn't solve the problem on hand. My best bet was to hope the whole thing was rigged anyway. Archie had mentioned choosing the top five, so I could cling to that being the truth. Perhaps if I managed to get a passable s
