Silas POV – The Range
The next morning, Silas stood by the back of his truck, eyes scanning the wide open stretch of the outdoor shooting range. It wasn’t the club’s private one—this place was cleaner, quieter, and tucked away where no nosy eyes would wander. A safer space for someone still healing.
Sage stepped out of the truck slowly, her movements stiff but determined. She wore dark jeans that hugged her hips, a fitted jacket over her tank top, and her hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail. But it was the look in her eyes—steel under bruises—that made his chest tighten.
“Take it slow,” he reminded gently.
She nodded. “I will. Let me set up.”
He laid out the gear—targets, ear protection, her pistol cleaned and loaded. Silas could feel the tension in her body, coiled tight lik
