Can’t Win Me Back

The snow was falling heavily, and the chilling winds howled through the night.

Remy had no car, so he trudged through the snow alone, each step more exhausting than the last.

His thoughts were consumed with Alyssa—was she still alive? In danger? And Jasper's unrelenting resolve to reach her, even after being shot and drenched in blood.

Remy pressed his calloused, trembling hand to his chest.

His heart hammered in his ribcage erratically.

A sharp, searing pain shot through his temples, blurring his vision.

He collapsed to his knees in the snow, his body racked with agony.

The pain surged deep within him, and his eyes felt like they were going to burst from their sockets.

It was unbearable.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

His hands scrambled for the necklace hanging from his neck—inside it was a hidden medicine box.

Justin had told him that the medication in there could calm him down and relieve him of any pain.

It would be able to save his life.

But in his desperate haste, the pill slipped from his fingers and fell into the snow.

Remy's head buzzed.

Trembling, he searched frantically in the snow for it.

He had never felt such panic.

His headache was intensifying.

In order to relieve the agonizing pain, he removed his shirt and buried his scarred body in the snow, allowing the bone- piercing iciness to relieve him of his pain.

To his surprise, this method he tried randomly was effective! Slowly, he opened his bloodshot eyes.

insides still felt tight and his head throbbed, the

face was as white

just put his shirt

Sheryl was his caller, a look of annoyance came across

He hesitated for amoment.

left his phone to ring for

his phone by his

I heard that you called

as if she was

flashed

he answered,

it?" "Jasper stole it from me." Sheryl

uttered a lie, which was something he had never

ask me to take his

his car to ruins and fought

gun from me and shot

to have

the best soldier in the

was outstanding at

reasonable that Remy wasn't

subordinates have left to go

your failure this time are

explain yourself to Mr. Justin!" Upon saying that, Sheryl hung

into the night, his breath

hand slowly and fired a shot at his

white snow was stained with drops

of the pain, Remy's forehead became covered

the

he curled his lips upward

to Mr. Justin." Dragging his badly wounded body, Jasper tagged along with Elias

Beckett, you really don't look

you sure you're alright?" Noticing Jasper's face covered in sweat as if

leave it to us to search for

Alyssa.

Lynch has informed her