Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Councillor Bronte, her inflicting Mentor, kept assuring her that
she’d get there with time and practice—but she could tell that he was
a little surprised by her lack of control. And so was she. All of her
other abilities worked so effortlessly, she didn’t understand why this
one was such a struggle.
“Well, as long as you’re here, Sophie,” Grizel said as she sheathed
her sword, “you should take a few turns. See if we can improve your
aim.”
“She’s not here to train,” Fitz jumped in. “She’s here to talk me into
going back to Everglen—and it’s not going to happen.”
Sophie fought off her smile as Fitz kicked the sand, stirring up a
coppery cloud. He was so determined to be angry that it was honestly
kind of adorable.
“Actually, throwing things sounds pretty good right now,” she told
him, taking the star Grizel offered.
She swung her arm around a few times to loosen up, then kept her
eye on the target as she let the weapon fly, and . . .
THHHHHHWACK!
“Your throw was a little soft,” Grizel informed her. “That’s why it
sounded different. And obviously it was too low.”
“I was aiming for the leg,” Sophie insisted, deciding not to mention
that she’d been aiming for the other leg.
Grizel handed her a new throwing star. “Okay, then try aiming for
the forehead this time.”
Sophie stared at the dummy, telling herself it was just a faceless,
weathered hunk of wood shaped like a body. But her queasy stomach
didn’t get the message.