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.

upright, and called out to his police team. “We have a kidnapping situation

and Amber, both severely injured, sat in the car in a tense silence

his right hand. He lightly said to Amber, “You need to go to

has a specialized doctor who could handle it.” Amber, weak from blood loss, was on the verge

glared at her. “You let them off

fluttered. Her heart pounded wildly in her

what I’m

told you before. I’m no match for them. I’m already severely injured. Do I need to deal with

he doesn’t trust me, then he shouldn’t use me. I’ve had

become. Mr. Jameson is a

didn’t exactly finish the job either. You had the chance to take

fired the first shot. There’s no guarantee

whether I live or die is Mr. Justin,” Remy responded lightly, though he couldn’t shake the voice that had called out

don’t need to bend over