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.

eyes as she squeezed them

opened her

through his right eye. No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his

through Amber-Wesley was sending her a

her side, matching the

fast. Don't keep Mr. Schmidt waiting." Carl

the verge of tears,

ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength. Amber

underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to react-including Carl. They had been careless! They never expected someone so tortured to have

he

panicked and was

was outraged. He shouted as he aimed his gun

it in

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