Maisie
He watched, keeping the distance between us. Five. Miserable. Feet.
I got the arrow set, pouring all of my anger and fear at being unable to accomplish something as simple as talking to him before he vanished and fled from me again, and the head of arrow hit my finger, cutting into my skin before going wide.
Someone laughed when it twacked into the ground far off from the target.
That hadn't been pretense. I was truly bad at it.
"Think you could do better than that, Reid?" Mercer called, voice bored and cold, and the laughing ceased.
Mercer went back to the rack, and plucked another arrow. His eyes lingered on the blood on my fingertips, a frown tugging down his lip as he handed it to me.
"Watch," he said more to the class than me, and they perked up attentively as he... slid behind me.
His large, calloused hands closed over mine, his fingers wrapping around my knuckles to force the bow up, sliding higher up my forearm to correct my elevation.
