Selene kept missing her shots, frustration twisting in her gut with every arrow that veered off target. Fang was barely walking past, yet the heat from his body washed over her, stirring nerves she couldn't quite control. The scent of him, warm, faintly sharp, and intoxicating, seemed to invade her senses, leaving her distracted.
She was already weighed down by the ache of not being able to remember anything from before, but he didn't allow her to stay lost in that sadness. His presence demanded attention, insisted on stirring her out of herself.
She couldn't follow her gut, her instincts screaming in conflict with the butterflies he left tumbling in her stomach. Her hands tightened around the bow, and she let out a long, exasperated sigh before finally facing him.
"Can you just… show me?" she asked, voice trembling slightly, betraying both frustration and longing.
