Even I was taken aback by Hannah's stunt, so Irving who doted on Sammy like nothing else and Olivia were practically hoarse from shouting.
With a soft thunk, the dart Hannah had flung hit the dead center of the dartboard Sammy was holding.
The room fell silent as a grave.
Sammy stood there, dumbstruck, staring at the dartboard in his hands as if he'd turned to stone.
Irving, meanwhile, was sweating bullets, and Olivia was a hair's breadth away from lunging at Hannah with a vengeance.
Nettie, who had been just as startled, had a flicker of awe flash in her eyes.
I couldn't help but scold Hannah gently, "Hannah!"
That seemed to snap everyone back to reality.
Olivia was the first to rush over, checking Sammy's head, "You okay, kiddo? Didn't scare you too much?"
Clearly, she was not amused.
Hannah just gave me a cheeky eyebrow raise, not a hint of remorse in sight.
Irving, though displeased, still plastered on a smile and took his time before finally complimenting, "Ms. Hannah, that's quite the throw."
Once Olivia saw Sammy was all right, she turned back with a forced smile, "Well, Ms. Hannah."
Hannah promptly came to stand by my side, looking up at me with feigned innocence, "I was just teasing Sammy."
The next second, Sammy scurried over to Hannah, full of admiration but stumbling over his words, "How did you learn that? Can you teach me? Please?"
"Nope." Hannah rejected him flatly.
Sammy wasn't ready to take it for an answer and immediately frowned, "Why not?"
"If I teach you, you'll go throwing darts at Nettie? I never train students to target people." Hannah stated firmly.
Nettie glanced at Hannah, eyes brimming with respect before quickly hiding it away. But I saw it, clear as day.
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