Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper stared at those three pills in shock.

The coldness of the unknown surged and stirred within his chest.

Jameson was a schemer, a man who thrived on manipulation.

Every word he spoke could be part of an elaborate ploy.

Maybe these pills were poison, a way to kill him without the mess of bloodshed.

"Tf I take all of them, will you let Lyse go?" Jasper's voice cracked, hoarse with pain.

Jameson chuckled nonchalantly.

"Of course." "Did you think that I would believe you? Show yourself or get those lapdogs of yours to come at me if you want me dead.

Let's fight face-to-face.

If not, you might as well just shoot me." Jasper then slammed his fist into the glass and added, "Don't use such a vicious tactic.

I won't fall for it!" "Choose between the two," Jameson said, his grin widening.

it's not you, it'll

is yours, Jasper."

dare touch Lyse! "It looks like you've made your choice." Jameson picked up the black pill and pocketed the others, just in case Jasper had any other tricks up

“Just this one then.

you're not willing to anyway." "Give me all of them!" Jasper

He had no hesitation.

what

let Lyse go." He knew from the start that he

Jameson to hurt Alyssa—or worse, force her

the more time he bought

were already

he would just have to hold

elusively, that female helper showed up before Jasper with the medicine box

Jameson demanded,

down, the pills cold in his

Seconds ticked by.

his mouth to mock him, Jasper threw back his

twitched at that moment, her lashes fluttering though she remained

Jameson's pupils dilated.

anticipate the reaction or