Tabitha’s POV

My hands ache by the time the impromptu target shooting class finally ends. Out of roughly fifty attempts I manage to land about ten shots. None of them hit the circular target on the chest but a few catch the legs and one clips the shoulder. It is not impressive by any standard. Still, if those mannequins had been real people I would not have killed anyone, but I at least would have hurt them enough to buy time, and right now I decide that counts as survival.

“Not bad,” Luca comments.

“Yeah, I’m done.” I hand the gun to Evren and he disassembles it quickly.

“God, I’m...