Patience's POV
"Just call it paying me back for the clothes by hanging out for a bit."
I pursed my lips, hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded. "Fine. How many rounds?"
"Let's do five rounds, ten shots each," he said.
The moment he finished speaking, a staff member quickly walked over, carrying the guns, ammo, and ear defenders.
I expertly checked the g*n, loaded the magazine, and put on the ear protection.
Even though I hadn't touched a g*n since leaving the Royal Legion, the movements were etched into my muscle memory; I performed them flawlessly.
I raised the g*n toward the target in the distance, locked my sight on the bullseye, and took a deep breath.
Aim, shoot!
I could feel Cyrus's gaze on me, but I ignored it, focusing only on the target sheet.
The first round ended qu
