Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Practice is about building muscle memory,” she told him. “But it
won’t do you any good if you’re building the wrong muscle memory.
You need to learn precision. Every throw should go like this.”
She pulled three throwing stars from the pockets of her sleek black
jumpsuit and hurled them one after another.
SHHHHHHHICK!
SHHHHHHHICK!
SHHHHHHHICK!
All three struck side by side in the center of the dummy’s forehead.
“See?” Grizel sauntered over to the target to retrieve the weapons,
somehow managing not to leave a single footprint in the reddish sand.
She wasn’t as burly as other goblins, but she made up for it with an
uncanny grace that allowed her to sneak up on pretty much anyone.
And she’d been putting Fitz through goblin military training for the
last few weeks to help him work off his Alvar frustrations. That was
how Sophie knew where to look after Fitz had stormed out of Tribunal
Hall—and why she’d taken a few minutes to stop by her house and
change from her gown and heels into slouchy boots, black leggings,
and a loose white tunic. Grizel had set up their secret training arena in
the middle of a rust-colored desert surrounded by rocky caverns.
Apparently, the dusty landscape was the ideal place to train for
strength, skill, and stealth—and also far enough out of the way that no
one would find them.
All Sophie knew was that it was hot.
She’d only been there a couple of minutes and could already feel
sweat trickling down her back—though that might’ve also been from
the scowl Fitz was giving her.
She smiled back, refusing to let him chase her away.