“Now?” I asked.
“Unless you have something better to do.”
I glared, but he was still looking at his daggers. It seemed our mating hadn’t killed off the part of his personality that caused him to be a prick when he wanted to be.
“Okay. Fine.” I got up and turned my back to the campfire, surveying our surroundings for an impromptu target dummy.
“The rocks by the brambles,” Grim said. “Drill a hole through the biggest one. All the way through and no wider than an acorn.”
It was a lot more difficult than it sounded. He was right—up until now, I’d pretty much slung my magic at whatever target, hoping the sheer mass of it would do the job. Trying to focus the thrumming power and channel it into a keyhole-sized beam was… difficult.
The boulder had several scorch marks and large chunks missi
