Can’t Win Me Back

“Damien!” Cyrus cried out, unable to contain his tears as they streamed down his face.

The tip of the blade had pierced his coat, sending a jolt of sharp, cold pain through him.

Everything screeched to a halt, as if someone had hit a pause button.

Cyrus’ sorrowful visage held Remy’s gaze captive. A detachment crept in, a chilling sensation like his spirit was untethering itself. Then, a wave of dizziness washed over him, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

As Remy lost his focus, Cyrus pulled the trigger.

He shot Remy’s hand, the one holding the knife. Pain lanced through Remy, yet he didn’t make a sound. A deep frown creased his face as he let the weapon clatter to the ground.

Cyrus wanted to apprehend Remy, but the beating had left him battered. He struggled to rise, clutching the gun tightly, prepared to defend himself if Remy attacked again.

However, Remy made no move toward him. Instead, he walked over to his accomplice lying on the ground, and together, they disappeared quickly into the woods.

An eerie silence settled over the scene, as if nothing had ever happened.

really you?” Cyrus murmured. He pushed through the intense pain, forcing himself upright, and called out

the car in a tense silence that

his right hand. He lightly said to Amber,

it.” Amber, weak from blood loss, was on the verge

at her. “You let them

Amber’s eyelashes fluttered. Her heart pounded wildly in

know what

injured. Do I need to

doesn’t trust me, then he

exploit you. And the more he exploits you, the more exposed you become. Mr. Jameson is a vicious man,” Remy said, perhaps attempting to distract himself from the pain

“Don’t lecture me! You didn’t exactly finish the job either. You had the chance

the first shot. There’s no guarantee

only person who can dictate whether I live or die is Mr. Justin,” Remy responded lightly, though he couldn’t shake the voice that had called out “Damien” earlier.

Justin. You don’t need