If Harper had been excited about the shooting lesson, it was nothing compared to the enthusiasm on her face now.
The moment they reached the table of blades, she practically lit up.
“All right!” Harper clapped her hands together before turning to Maya. “Now we’re talking.”
Maya laughed as she joined her beside the table.
Harper picked up one of the training knives and held it out for Maya to see.
“Before you start throwing anything, you need to learn how to hold it properly,” she explained. “Your grip matters. Too loose and you lose control. Too tight and you make your movements stiff.”
She demonstrated the grip slowly, positioning her fingers around the handle.
“You want it secure and comfortable. Something you can control without feeling like you’re fighting against it.”
Maya wat
