Chapter 25 Not A Wet Morning

• "To a place where you can practice shooting," Rafayel's voice, unexpected and firm, cut through the silence like a knife. His sudden declaration made me jolt, a mix of confusion and incredulity swirling within me.
• "Shot… shot?" My voice wavered, disbelief painting every syllable.
• Rafayel's laughter, rich and amused, filled the space between us. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he took in my bewildered expression.