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TWENTY TWO
LILY’s POV
The blazing sun is starting to dip below the horizon and it is a beautiful sight. It bathes everything it touches in a pale dusky pink glow, melting like molasses beneath the horizon of towering trees. Overhead, a flock of birds soar across the sky, all dashing back to their nests to settle in for the night. But it is far from over for us for we have now entered the final round of this trial.
“Alright people, get your asses on the shooting range. Now!” Russo yells, waving for us to move faster. We all stand in a horizontal line but just as I step forward to take my spot, a spasm of pain shoots right up my wounded arm and I wince. Looking down, I see that the makeshift bandage is now soaked with blood. A trickle has somehow escaped the confines of Kane’s shirt and it drips onto the ground.
“Move it, Lily! We don’t have all night!” Russo yells in my ear and I cringe at his deafening
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