Page 55 of The Promised Prince
“Then try it and stop worrying about what other people think.”
Trev gently placed the gun in her hand and pointed to a small button on the left side above the handle. “This is the safety mechanism. Right now, the safety is on, so it won’t fire even if you pull the trigger. When you push that button, the safety will release, and the gun will be ready to fire. Leave the safety on until we’re ready to shoot.”
“Safety first,” she teased.
“Always,” he said.
“Wow, it’s really light.” She lifted her hand up and down to feel the weight.
“Yeah, it is. The Council approved gun technology upgrades to the ones they had before Desolation to be safer and more reliable. These are also quieter, so there’s no need for ear protection.”
She nodded as if everything he said was deeply important.
He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, putting his arms straight out in front of him, hands clasped together with the gun in between his fingers. “This is the position your body should be in when you’re ready to shoot.”
Renna copied his stance.
Trev’s eyes scanned slowly up and down her figure. “Your body looksgood.” He gave her a wicked smile.
Renna quickly lowered her arms. “Ezra Trevenna! Are you a gentleman or not?”
“What?” He raised his hands in innocence. “I was talking about your form. I feel completely violated now.”
She gave him a warning look.
“I promise.” He smiled. “I am all about business.”
Her incriminating expression melted into a slow smile.
“Now, go back into your stance,” he said, making some adjustments to her hand placement before he explained about sights and how to aim at the target. When he had given all the instructions, he said, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
She released the safety and fitted her finger over the trigger. Her breath stilled as she pulled the lever, sending a bullet flying through the air. It pierced the bottom left corner of the target ten yards away—not close to the bullseye at all.
“I did it!” she squealed with delight, spinning to face him, the gun pointing in all directions as she turned.
Trev scrambled to get his hands on the weapon. “Whoa! What happened to safety first?”
“Oh! Sorry.” Her eyes and mouth went wide like she was just as shocked as he was that she’d forgotten the rules. It was another adorable expression to add to his list. “I forgot.”
“This time, let’s see if you can hit the target.”
“But I did hit the target.”
Trev shook his head. “You hit the paper.”
Renna lined up again and fired bullet after bullet. Some shots were way off, but some circled the center of the target. When there were no bullets left, she handed the gun back to him, this time with the safety on.
“Let’s see you do it now,” she challenged.
Trev reloaded the gun and fired one after another with every single shot piercing the center of the bullseye.
“Wow! You’re amazing.”
“I’m all right.” He picked up the second gun and handed it to her. “Do you want to have a friendly competition?”
“Absolutely not! You would destroy me.”
“What if I shot with only my left hand and moved my target ten yards farther?”
