As early as 4am the next morning, Jax woke me up.
He threw me the kitted gear. “Time for your training.”
I groaned as I put it on and followed him to the shooting range below the estate.
The place was totally hidden, reinforced. Built like the people living here expected war at any moment.
Honestly, they probably did because ever since I came into this home, the ones who once feared became fearless.
The heavy steel doors opened and a sharp scent of gunpowder hit me immediately.
My stomach tightened slightly and Jax noticed.
“You nervous?”
I crossed my arms instantly. “No.”
“You are clenching your jaw.”
“I hate that you notice things.” I snapped.
One corner of his mouth twitched faintly before he walked further inside.
The underground range stretched long and dark ahead of us
