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.

experience and training, told him something

his eye—a telescopic

single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor railing —he had

and Jasper dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the bullets that hit near

moved swiftly, taking

once-empty space was littered

in sweat, Jasper reloaded

the

Jasper's heart sank, his

of fear swept

"Jasper...

Save me...

cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through

chest heaved heavily as the crushing heartache and anxiety caused a

was thrown into disarray by that

moment, a shot rang out, piercing his left

freely from the wound, and the intense pain made his

He almost stumbled.

Shelland Island, and this

time to dwell

shots in the

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