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I did as he said and closed my eyes, trying to remind myself that I didn’t look like an idiot.
“One.”
I moved my shoulders towards the position of the first target.
“Two.”
I bought my elbow back, keeping my wrist loose, but my grip tight on the handle.
“Three!”
My eyes flung open, and I threw the knife with deadly accuracy to the first target. I smiled at my knife on the bullseye, but my joy quickly faded when I noticed mine was the only knife on the board. I scanned the targets and found Bennett’s knife on the bullseye of target five.
I gave Bennett an I told you so look and he just shrugged.
“I mean, we were kind of close,” he said.
“We weren’t even remotely close!” I pointed to the two targets. “The targets we aimed for are the farthest ones apart.”
He eyed the targets and nodded. “That may be true, but we were both thinking of hitting a target on the outside.”
I guess he had a point, but I still didn’t see this going anywhere. I figured I might as well just practice my knife throwing skills, if anything.
“Again,” he said.
We went to grab our knives out of the targets and stood back at our starting positions. We closed our eyes and he counted to three.
“One.”
I repeated the steps for accurate aim.
“Two.”
I took a deep breath, but my mind wandered to the delicious lemon tarts they served at dinner tonight.
“Three.”
I threw my knife and it landed on the third and middle target, this time a little outside the bullseye, which bothered me. Once again, Bennett’s knife wasn’t on the same one mine was on. His landed on the bullseye of target number two.
“Didn’t see that coming,” I said flatly.
“You’re not even trying,” Bennett grumbled, walking over to the targets and grabbing both of our knives.
“Yes, I am!”
I wasn’t.
“You’re not. You didn’t even think of a target beforehand, did you?”
He was right, I just threw to the first target I saw when I opened my eyes.
“Yes, I did,” I lied.
Bennett scoffed as he handed me my knife. “I always know when you’re lying, darling, so don’t even try it.”
I ripped the stupid knife out of his hands, ignoring the heat that threatened to show color on my cheeks.
“This time actually try, will you? Listen to your intuition and try to connect with me. At home I’ve learned and seen many warriors who’ve mastered the art of connection with their partner. It takes time and mental focus, but once it’s mastered the pair becomes a force to be reckoned with. The two essentially become one.” He cleared his throat before reassuring me, “Not that we are actually partners, but this technique could help us in the short run.”
