Luca:
I reloaded the clip into my pistol, raised my arm, and took another shot. The bullet hit the target dead center.
Muiccia stood beside me with her arms crossed, watching the paper target sway. “Your aim’s gotten better.”
I lowered the gun. “It was always good.”
She raised a brow. “Good doesn’t win a war.”
I looked at her. “We’re not at war .”
Muicca put her earmuffs back on and stepped up to the line. She fired three rounds in quick succession, each one loud and clean. Her posture never wavered. When she was done, she handed the pistol off to one of the guards and looked at me again.
“We’re close to one,” she said. “The Castellanis are getting bold.”
“They’ve always been bold. Now they’re just getting stupid.” I took a towel from the bench and wiped the sweat from my hands.
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