Bruce was done playing. He puffed his chest, grinning as he raised the crossbow. “What do you say? No, no, I can’t hear you? Yeah, that’s right. The best in the field.” His tone was smug, clearly enjoying the fact that he had beaten Lisa.

Lisa rolled her eyes, already forming a sharp retort, when her gaze suddenly darted past him. Her face drained of color, her lips parted, and she screamed, “Xavier!”

The smugness fell from Bruce’s expression in an instant. He spun around, ...