The training area reeked of burning and fuel, not far from the mansion where Dante's group practiced fighting skills. Targets were set up along the back wall, marked with many bullet holes. Some were just wooden boards, but others were like human-shaped figures that seemed to stare at Isla with empty faces.
She had seen them train before, but today Dante gave her a gun to hold.
She was shocked by how heavy it was. It felt cold and was heavier than she liked. The steel felt like a silent promise on her hand. She felt its power, felt the danger that moved inside it. Her fingers tightened around it.
Hold it tighter," Dante told her, his voice quiet, steady, and firm. He was standing right behind her, his chest close to her back so that his breath touched her hair. "If you don't control the gun, it will control you."
She held it tighter. Her hands were sweaty, but she would not let her fear be seen.
"Now aim.".
