Damian’s POV

~Training Hall~

The taut string of the bow stretched well as I pulled it back, my fingers held onto it tightly. I exhaled slowly, releasing the arrow, and it went through the air, rimming itself into the post

Good shot. But it wasn’t enough to quiet my thoughts.

I reached for another arrow from the quiver strapped to my back, my mind unwillingly drifting to the fiery redhead from yesterday again the one who had ...