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.

intuition, honed by experience and

his eye—a

that dropped the attacker from the second-floor railing —he

two more shots rang out, and Jasper dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the bullets

protection, he moved swiftly, taking out the

moments, the once-empty space was littered with

in sweat, Jasper reloaded his gun

the silence, filled

heart sank, his eyes widening

of fear swept through

"Jasper...

Save me...

broken, sorrowful cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through

chest heaved heavily as the crushing heartache and anxiety caused a sharp headache and made his vision

thrown into

shot rang out, piercing

from the wound, and the intense pain made his face go

He almost stumbled.

his left shoulder from rescuing Alyssa on Shelland Island,

Jasper had no time to

quick shots in the direction of the

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