Grace
But by the sixth morning, things changed. Not with Kent though, we pretended whatever that was didn't happen and went back to our usual dynamics.
As for the training, I wasn't just hitting floating targets anymore. I was hitting whatever leaf Kent pointed at before it even touched the ground.
"Again," Kent said, standing just behind my shoulder.
I pulled the trigger. The loud c***k ripped through the trees, and a small pinecone thirty feet away vanished into splinters. I didn't even have to adjust my stance. My arms raised themselves, my wrist locking before my brain could even tell the muscles to move.
"Your left foot is too far back," Kent murmured, his voice low against the chill.
I didn't think about it. I just slid my foot forward an inch, the movement entirely natural, li
