Oriana's face burned at his remark, yet she simply stared at the arrow lodged in the soil, almost as if what had just happened was impossible.
She knew herself.
She did not miss shots.
In fact, when she missed, she usually did it deliberately. And so far, this had been the most focused she had ever been. She had mastered archery so well that she could, no kidding—do it with her eyes closed.
So what had just happened?
She tried to make sense of the situation, but something inside her refused to give up. She did not want to see that teasing mockery on his face again.
Without another word, she lifted the bow and took another arrow.
Across from her, Zaroth watched with piqued interest. His lips slowly curved into a smirk as his sharp gaze lingered on her.
He was enjoying this far too much.
Perhaps he was enjoying her great failure in this… because he indeed was.
