Jasper's jaw was clenched tight as he sprinted forward, the sharp branches of the path leaving angry scratches on his face.

The pain barely registered as he pushed on.

His legs were numb from the relentless pace, but he continued, sustained only by his determination to rescue Alyssa.

His legs trembled under him when he finally reached the manor, and he stumbled slightly against the biting cold wind.

Had it been someone else, they would have crumbled and been unable to stand up again.

No one was keeping watch outside the manor.

It was eerily quiet.

Jasper took a steadying breath, his grip tightening on his gun.

Each step on the white rock tiles felt heavy as he approached the door.

With a calm yet wary demeanor, he pushed it open and entered.

The luxurious living room was empty.

Even so, Jasper's heart raced, sensing an unseen danger.

He was as focused and tense as a volcano poised to erupt.

by experience and training, told him something

his eye—a telescopic

fire, Jasper acted swiftly, firing a single shot that

for cover, narrowly avoiding the

table, walls, and furniture for protection, he moved swiftly, taking out the remaining assassins lying in

space was littered with

in sweat, Jasper reloaded his gun

the silence, filled with

Help me!" "Lyse!" Jasper's heart sank,

cold wave of fear

"Jasper...

Save me...

cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through him and ripping at his

heaved heavily as the crushing heartache and anxiety caused

mind was thrown into disarray by that

precise moment, a shot rang

and the intense pain

He almost stumbled.

a severe old injury on his left shoulder from rescuing Alyssa on Shelland Island, and this shot hit him exactly where

time to dwell on

shots in the direction of

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