MARIETTA
It had been hard… very, very hard. Pain was radiating from the front of my shoulders to the side of my arms because of how long and hard I had been throwing knives, trying to hit the target. None of them had hit the target and most of them had landed a couple of feet away from it. The rest had landed behind me because of the force with which I had tried to throw them and Brynna had really enjoyed laughing at my lack of skills.
I groaned as I sat up in the bed and stretched my arms above my head. I was bored… really, really bored and I didn’t know where Crista was. She had gone somewhere with Mercer while I was throwing knives and when I was done, Ragnar had gone off to find her but he didn’t come back. I hadn’t seen the three of them since Milan, Brynna and I got back from the t
