“IN A BAD mood again?” asked Haze when he saw me at the shooting range, practicing. Every shot I fired hit dead center on the target.

I kept imagining Ash as the one I was shooting at, which is why I didn’t miss a single shot.

"Hey, damn it! I was just asking!" he complained when I suddenly pointed my gun at him.

He raised both hands as if surrendering, even though I’m not a cop.

"Then don’t ask," I said coldly, avoiding his gaze.

I set the gun down on the table and grabbed some wipes ...