Natalia turned to me, her expression still filled with disbelief. “Are you a professional archer?” she asked.
I smirked and shook my head. “Nope. Never shot an arrow before.”
She blinked. “What?”
“This is my first time trying it out,” I said casually, then I started stretching my fingers. “But I’m a fast learner,” I added.
Natalia’s lips parted slightly. Before she could respond, I nodded toward the target. “Your turn.”
I could see how she first tried to hesitate. She tightened her fingers around the bow, and she looked at the target, then back at me.
I smirked. I tilted my head slightly. “What’s wrong, Blackwood? Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
She narrowed her eyes.
I sighed. “I mean, after all, you had only come in third place earlier." And now, here you are, hesitating while a
