ELENA DUVAL
“Align your sights,” Dimitri instructed once again, his hands on my bare shoulders and his hot breath burning my skin.
He was close. Dangerously too close.
I could feel every part of his body against mine, burning through my skin.
I swallowed hard, trying to pull all my focus to the paper target ahead of me.
I fired another shot and yet again it landed anywhere else but on the paper target. I have been at this for some time now after Dimitri had me dissemble and assemble the gun several times until I could do it in my f*****g sleep.
“Breathe, Elena. You aren't focusing. Something's distracting you, what is it?”
You.
I wanted to say it so badly, but the words got stuck somewhere in my throat.
“Nothing's distracting me,” I responded, tightening my hold on the gun and a
