“Bullseye!” The guard yelled, waving the flag. I picked another arrow, attached it to the bow, and pulled.

All the simmering emotions from last night flooded into my head in a mad rush. It's the most hellish night I've had in the last two years.

More hellish because I had Elena so close and yet, I was fighting every urge not to get any fucking close to her.

I pulled. It hit the target.

“Bullseye!” The guard waved the flag again.

I picked another. This was a sick way of trying ...