Flashback ( PDFDrive )

So she would save it for a last resort, and hope that she could
convince Silveny to see reason and agree to a checkup.
But first, Sophie had to survive Tarina’s training session.
Rest as much as you can, she told Silveny as she crawled out of bed,
shaking her head to clear away the last of the fruity fog. I’ll reach out
again later.
SOPHIE! TALK! SOON!
• • •
The first thing Sophie noticed when she met her bodyguards out in
the pastures was that Tarina wasn’t wearing her usual mossy garment.
Instead she’d squeezed into a slippery black bodysuit that looked like
she’d wrapped everything from her neck down in slimy seaweed.
The second thing Sophie noticed was that there was no target. The
splattered scarecrow from the day before had disappeared, and Sophie
definitely wasn’t going to miss it.
She just wasn’t sure what that meant for the third thing she
spotted: a hefty satchel that Sandor was holding, filled with all the
goblin throwing stars she’d spent the previous night polishing.
“Yesterday you proved that you have truly impeccable aim,” Tarina
said as she shook some sort of blue powder onto her hand. She pressed
her palm over her heart, leaving a bold, blue handprint on her bodysuit
—then repeated the process to mark her stomach and thigh, then
twisted to mark her back as she added, “But yesterday’s lesson was
also somewhat deceptive. It’s incredibly rare in battle to be aiming at a
stationary mark. Just like it’s rare to be stationary yourself. So today
you’ll be practicing under much more realistic conditions. Behold your
new targets!”