““This target looks relatively unharmed,” Pioneer finally says. “Why?” Will opens his mouth to speak, but Pioneer shushes him with one glance. “My question was directed at Lyla.” His eyes bore into me, searing my skin. Why can’t I shoot right like everyone else? There’s no answer that I can give that’ll make him understand, when I don’t even understand myself. So I panic, like always, and say the first thing that pops into my head. The wrong thing. “Um, I guess I have a soft spot for the tall, dark, and faceless?””
