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

his eye—a

acted swiftly, firing a single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor railing —he had to save

then, two more shots rang out, and Jasper dove for cover,

walls, and furniture for protection, he moved swiftly, taking out the

once-empty space was

reloaded his gun

pierced the silence,

Jasper's heart

of

"Jasper...

Save me...

Alyssa's broken, sorrowful cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through him

crushing heartache and anxiety caused a sharp headache and made his vision

mind was thrown into disarray by

shot rang out, piercing

flowed freely from the wound, and the intense

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 the

time to

quick shots in the direction of

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