Eva's POV
The tension in my body refused to let up. I pulled the bowstring back again, practicing like a maniac back in our house garden. Every shot was sharper, angrier, more desperate than the last. And I was getting better at this game. My fingers were raw, bleeding from the repeated draw of the string. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
Kai leaned against a tree, giving me some time to cool down. But I only keep getting more agitated.
“Eva,” Kai’s voice came from behind me, soft but firm, trying to pull me back from the edge. I ignored him, not ready to hear anything. I nocked another arrow, pulling it back with all my strength.
“Eva, stop.” This time he came closer, placing a hand on my arm.
His touch was gentle, yet the weight of it made me falter. And suddenly I realized how close
