Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn't utter a response.

"Go. Now," Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.

A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again.

She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.

Wesley's hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.

He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn't resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.

Carl approached and took Amber's cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle. Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber.

she squeezed them

her eyes

left eye was swollen and bloodshot; he could only see through his right eye. No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his right eye blinking in

understanding shot through Amber-Wesley was

trembling fingertips against her side, matching the rhythm of Wesley's blinks, committing his last words to

keep Mr. Schmidt waiting."

slowly raised her arm and aimed the gun at Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge

pushed Amber aside with all his

Rot in hell!" With tears and blood in his eyes, Wesley lunged at Jameson like an angered lion. Wesley acted so fast that none of Jameson's underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They

as he fiercely

and was

shouted as he aimed his

Amber couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down her

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