Chapter 112 An Unexpectedly Honest Conversation

(Desmond POV)

Seconds passed and no sign of Sasha was to be seen so I was left with no choice but to try a couple more practice shots before heading back to the house to look for that skittish girl.

It was a shame that after the third shot I was unable to draw the bow back to a proper firing position before my muscles gave out completely, no matter how hard I tried to ignore the pain; the stress that I put on my body prevented me from continuing my practice any longer.

´´ Well at least I still have beastly stamina in bed. . . not that that matters to anyone who tries to assassinate me, but it is a consolation I suppose. ´´ I exclaimed with a bitter smile as I tried not to make my face contract with the muscle pain I was feeling at this moment.