Marksman POV

Keely snorted and whacked him on the chest before climbing off his lap and straightening her school uniform. “If you’re not going to take me seriously—”

Marksman reached out and took her hands in his. “I’m deadly serious, Keels. You are getting yourself worked up over nothing. Give yourself a break, okay? I promise you it will be all okay.”

“Listen to Marks,” James said, lifting his head from the stock market displayed on his tablet. “He knows what he’s talking about.”

Keely tilted her head to the side curiously. “You liked to study all night too?” she asked.

Marksman laughed, and James snorted. “No,” Marksman said, “but...