Chapter 980
His girlfriend was getting more incredible by the day, and her admirers were multiplying. If he didn’t keep stepping up his game, he risked getting left in the dust.
“Did that York guy take these photos for you p>
“Yeah, Instructor Vance took them. Why p>
Although Owen hadn’t been there, he could tell from the angles exactly how York had been looking at Mira-with deep admiration, and perhaps something more.
He knew of York Vance. He was from a prominent family, exceptionally talented, and had already made Battalion Commander in his early twenties p>
But what was he worrying about? His girlfriend was amazing; it was only natural that other men would fall for her.
As long as he remained exceptional, no one could steal Mira away. No, Mira would never fall for someone else, because he had always been at the top of his game. Owen silently reassured himself.
“Mira, don’t spend too much time alone with that York guy p>
“What’s wrong with Instructor Vance p>
He was acting crazy for no reason.
“Oh, I get it. Are you jealous p>
“Who said I’m jealous? No, definitely not. I’m just reminding you that young women need to keep a safe distance from other men p>
“And you still claim you aren’t jealous? Hmph, I’m ignoring you now p>
After hanging up, Mira made a separate call to Rachel. When she had spoken to Grandma Eleanor earlier, Rachel had been right beside her, and Mira had even heard her voice.
But out of courtesy and respect, she wanted to check in with her directly.
They chatted for a few minutes, and Mira sent both Rachel and Grandma Eleanor a set of photos from her day. Only then did she finally settle in to focus on her own thoughts.
Putting her phone away, Mira closed her eyes and began mentally reviewing her shooting mechanics, recalling every tip and correction Instructor Vance had given her.
In her mind’s eye, she repeated the motions endlessly. Steady hands. Calm mind. Inhale. Exhale.
She needed the movements etched into her bones, making them second nature, just like when she practiced
with her silver needles. The egun, bad
gun
un.had to become an extension of her body,
reacting flawlessly to her will.
In a real firefight, enemies wouldn’t give her time to prepare. Survival relied purely
on muscle memory.
Just as Mira was drifting off to sleep, Celine called.
“Mira, my aunt went missing too, sob p>
Celine wasn’t usually an overly emotional person. Growing up, Mira had rarely seen her cry.
“Celine, don’t jump to the worst conclusion. Your aunt might be perfectly fine, just out of reach right now p>
“I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt my aunt’s organs were harvested and she died a horrible death, sob p>
“Celine, dreams are the opposite of reality. I’m sure Adeline is fine p>
That was all Mira could offer. Beyond comforting words, there was nothing else she could say.
The next morning, before Mira was even out of bed, the sharp, blaring sound of the reveille echoed through the camp.
She glanced at the clock. It was five minutes to 6 AM, the exact time the soldiers woke up every day.
If she guessed correctly, morning drills were next.
Yesterday, York had told her she didn’t need to wake up early. She only had to make
it to breakfast at seven, with shooting practice scheduled for seven-thirty.
He hadn’t intended for her to join the troops for their morning run.
But Mira got up anyway. At home, she usually woke up around this time to practice martial arts. Since it was rare opportunity to be on a military base, she wanted to see their morning routine.
She quickly got dressed and headed out.
As she stepped out of the courtyard, she bumped into Winifred again. “Miss Mercer, I’m so sorry about last
night Felicia demanded! bring her to you, and 1 had no idea hat it was
about p>