Electra's POV
I steadied my breath, eyes narrowing on the tiny enchanted orb zipping through the air like a mischievous insect. Just one clean shot, and I'd prove to Irina, and maybe even to myself, that I wasn't losing my edge.
Over the last few days, Irina hasn't shut up about how my overconfidence was slowing me down and how she wasn't confident I'd do great at the tournament, and even after assuring her time and time again that I was doing just fine, she claimed she wasn't seeing it, and honestly, I wasn't feeling it either.
The bowstring creaked slightly as I pulled it back, ready to let the arrow fly.
"Electra!" Roxana's voice broke through my focus, sharp and urgent.
I cursed under my breath and let the arrow go anyway. It whistled past the orb, missing by less than an inch before vanishing into the trees behind it. The orb let out a shrill hiss and disappeared with a pop, as if mocking me. I lowered the bow slowly and turned in Roxana's direction.
