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.

as she squeezed them shut.

opened her

No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his right eye blinking in a specific

jolt of understanding shot through Amber-Wesley was sending her a Morse

her trembling fingertips against her side, matching the rhythm of

Mr. Schmidt waiting." Carl looked

Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge

attention was on Amber, Wesley suddenly got up from the ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength. Amber

were professionally trained. They shouldn't

were bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's

Everyone panicked and

as he aimed his gun

hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down her

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