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

glint caught his

a single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor

out, and Jasper dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the bullets that

moved swiftly, taking out the remaining assassins lying

was

Jasper reloaded his gun

Alyssa's voice pierced the silence, filled

Jasper's heart sank, his eyes widening

of

"Jasper...

Save me...

Each of Alyssa's broken, sorrowful cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through him and ripping at

heaved heavily as the crushing heartache and anxiety caused

thrown into

a shot

flowed freely from the wound, and the intense pain made his face

He almost stumbled.

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

had no time to dwell on

he fired three quick shots in the direction of

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