SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW
THREE WEEKS LATER
I sat on the small hedge while making sure the rifle in my hand was balanced. The cold weapon in my hand as I aimed for the targets a few feet from me. We were to practice my shooting skills since, according to Dominic, I was better at guns than I was with knives.
I fired a shot which hit the target in the head, making it have a huge hole between the eyes. My mind went back to the conversation Dominic and I had three weeks ago, the idea or thought that the very people I knew my entire life might not be who they said they were kept me up at night. I didn't want to consider the possibility, so I focused instead on shooting.
With three more targets down, I changed the bullets and loved further away to test my skill at a farther distance, but was
