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    Kristian rarely had femalepanions, which made Mack all the more intrigued.


    “Indeed, we’re not just friends,” Kristian admitted, already familiar with every corner of the shooting range from past visits. Mack’s eyebrows lifted with interest. “Oh?”


    “She’s my ex-wife,” Kristian said eventually, weighing Freya’s reaction and deciding not to say “wife.”


    Mack was visibly startled.


    With wide eyes, he asked, “When did you get married? How did I not know? Does Damon know?”


    “He does,” Kristian replied coolly.


    “That’s too much! So he gets a heads-up, but not me?” Mack grumbled, feeling somewhat slighted. “You didn’t even invite me to the wedding.”


    Even more shocking was the fact that Kristian’s marriage had never made it into the news.


    “There was no wedding ceremony,” Kristian said, pausing mid-motion as he held the gun, a storm of mixed feelings flickering across his face. He didn’t borate, and once the instructor wrapped up his briefing, Kristian turned his attention to Freya, who had just finished hers as well.


    Not wanting to pry further into their past, Mack changed the subject. “Just here for some fun today?” he asked.


    “No, we’re here topete,” Kristian said, his eyes already locked on a target fifty meters away.


    Mack’s lips twitched with amusement. Kristian always did have a mischievous streak.


    Leaving him to his game, Mack strolled over to Freya and chatted with her. “Let me give you a hand. Kristian’s been practicing since he was a kid, and the club’s shooting record? It’s his.”


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    “That’s alright,” Freya replied, her tone steady and unfazed.


    “You sure you don’t want a little help?” Mack asked, a protective instinct kicking in.


    Freya seemed too graceful, too delicate, to be thrown into a shooting match with someone like Kristian.


    But Freya knew her way around a firearm. As soon as the gun was in her hands, the old familiarity washed over her. “No, but thank you,” she said politely.


    Seeing her calm refusal, Mack didn’t press the issue.


    Aside from the two professionals observing, Mack himself was curious to see how thisposed young woman would handle losing.


    “Five bullets, highest total rings wins,” Freya said to Kristian.


    “Alright,” Kristian agreed.


    He took a textbook shooting stance, focusing intently on the fifty-meter target.


    Five sharp cracks echoed through the range.


    Each shot hit dead center. Fifty rings.


    The result came as no surprise to the club regrs or to Mack, who had seen Kristian pull this off more times than he could count.


    The training and safety briefings were merely formalities for someone like him.


    Kristian handed his gun back to a staff member, then turned to watch Freya.


    Mack, too, had his eyes on her.


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