Vega, still holding my waist firmly, presses the button to retrieve the target.
As it slides towards us, a triumphant gasp escapes my lips. My eyes widen, a genuine smile breaking through my focused intensity.
Two clean holes mar the paper silhouette. One is precisely in the head, the other directly in the heart.
"Yes!" I exclaim, momentarily forgetting the hand still searing through my clothes at my waist. "Not bad!"
Vince, who had been observing the entire exchange with a subtle, unreadable expression, offers a genuine smile. "Excellent job, Tyr," he says, but his gaze flickers pointedly to Vega.
Vega acknowledges Vince with a brief, almost imperceptible glance before turning his full attention back to me. "Do it again."
"Okay," I say, already feeling the adrenaline pumping, eager to repeat the success.
