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

his eye—a

hidden assassin could fire, Jasper acted swiftly, firing a single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor railing —he had to save his

dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the bullets that hit near

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

once-empty space was littered with

Jasper reloaded his gun

voice pierced the

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

of fear

"Jasper...

Save me...

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

and anxiety caused a sharp headache and made his

was thrown into disarray by that

that precise moment, a shot rang out, piercing his

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

Jasper had no time to dwell

fired three quick shots in the direction

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