I didn’t hesitate - my hand instinctively shot up and caught it in one clean motion.
The butler gasped. “Miss—!”
But I just smiled, twirling the blade lightly in my fingers. I looked up at Michelle, still sitting in that damn tree like a smug little queen.
“That’s a little rude,” I said calmly. “You could have really hurt someone.”
She blinked, surprised. I could tell she didn’t expect me to catch it. Her lips parted, but she quickly covered it up with a scoff.
“I don’t need to know your name,” she said, flipping her ponytail. “You won’t last till the end of the week anyway.”
I let out a soft laugh and tossed the knife up, catching it again with ease.
“Not a great way to make friends,” I said. “But I’ll give you this—it was a good throw. Fast release. Solid aim.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Name’s Jasmine,” I added. “Might want to remember it. I’m not that easy to scare off.”
She didn’t reply. Just leaned back against the tree trunk with her arms crossed, staring at me like she was trying to figure me out.
The butler looked like he might pass out. His eyes were wide as he turned to me.
“I—I’m terribly sorry, Miss Lowett,” he stammered, bowing slightly. “On behalf of the family... Miss Michelle’s behavior is completely unacceptable—”
I held up my hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine,” I said calmly. “Really. I’ve had worse things thrown at me.”
He blinked at me like he didn’t know if I was joking or insane.
I turned my eyes back up to the girl in the tree. Michelle hadn’t moved an inch. She didn’t look scared. She looked proud of herself.
That only made me more curious.
“Hey,” I called out, stepping a little closer to the tree. “Wanna make a bet?”
Her brows rose. “A bet?”
“Yeah.” I crossed my arms, trying not to smirk. “If I win, you come down, greet me properly—no attitude, no insults, no throwing things. Just a normal introduction.”
She let out a laugh. “And if I win?”
“I’ll leave,” I said simply. “You won’t have to deal with me ever again.”
Behind me, the butler let out a strangled sound. “Miss Jasmine, I don’t think that’s—”
“I’m not talking to you,” I said gently, keeping my eyes on Michelle.
Her expression shifted and her gaze sharpened as she focused on me. I could see the flicker of interest there, behind all the bravado. “You’re serious?”
“Completely,” I said. “Unless... you’re scared you’ll lose?
The taunt worked entirely as expected. Michelle Laken bristled like an angry cat at the insinuation that she was a coward.
“What’s your challenge?”
I smiled and stepped forward, pointing toward the wooden target nailed to the far wall of the garden—it looked like someone had used it for throwing practice before.
“I’ll hit that bullseye three times. With my back turned.”
The butler stiffened beside me. “You’ll what?”
Michelle leaned forward, clearly more interested now. “You’re serious?”
I turned around and gave them a grin over my shoulder. “Dead serious.”
The butler hesitated for a second, then quietly pulled three small throwing knives from a leather pouch by the tree and handed them to me like he was holding a tray of explosives. I now had four knives with me.
I gripped the handles and let the weight settle in my hands. My wolf stirred, alert and focused.
“Alright,” I said, spinning one knife once before gripping it properly. “Let’s do this.”
I turned my back to the target, closed my eyes briefly to picture the distance, then snapped my arm up and released.
Thunk!
The blade hit the bullseye. Clean.
Michelle gave a dry laugh. “Okay, lucky shot.”
I shrugged and readied the next. Another spin. Another flick of the wrist.
Thunk!
Dead center again. The butler made a small noise of surprise. Michelle’s smirk faded slightly. “That was a fluke,” she muttered.
I heard her shift slightly on the branch, the faint rustle of leaves. My senses sharpened.
Then—just as I moved to throw again—I caught the quick whip of something flying through the air.
An acorn. Cute.
I grinned and flicked both remaining knives in one motion.
Thunk! Clink!
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