Zane Thorne looked down at the blushing girl, her eyes bright, and silently took a step back, lowering his gaze.
Now he wouldn't easily trust Natalie Vaughn's facade; not every word that came out of her mouth could be believed.
"Then don't bother learning."
Zane Thorne tossed this light-hearted remark and walked over to the side, but he had no intention of going outside for a smoke. Instead, he sat in the rest area, casually spreading his legs, elbows on knees, his body slightly hunched over, holding a bottle of water—very laid-back.
Natalie Vaughn raised an eyebrow, indifferent to the fact that Zane Thorne had just taught her a few things before leaving her. She was clever and had a good memory; she had already mastered the correct posture for holding a bow, now all that was left was how to shoot.
