Can’t Win Me Back

Amber glared at Remy through her bloodshot eyes, thrusting her gleaming blade toward his chest.

In her early days of being Jameson's follower, the first lesson drilled into her was how to kill quickly and efficiently.

Refinement wasn't necessary—only results mattered.

Yet, despite mastering the techniques, she had never put them into practice.

Deep down, Amber feared the sight of blood and loathed the idea of taking a life.

And now, of all people, it was Remy forcing her to cross that line.

The blade's tip hovered mere inches from Remy's heart when hesitation gripped her.

Axel's voice echoed in her mind, raw with emotion.

"Amber, I keep feeling that Remy is my fifth brother, Damien.

We miss him...

We want him to come home!" Her pupils dilated.

The blade wavered, its deadly intent dissipating.

That single moment of doubt was all Remy needed.

With a calm, calculated motion, he seized her wrist and twisted it sharply.

Amber gasped in pain, her grip faltering as the blade clattered to the floor.

Cold sweat drenched her as she staggered, only for Remy to yank her backward.

Her body slammed into his chest, his muscular arm locking around her neck in a chokehold.

She struggled, clawing at his unyielding arm as her vision blurred and her breath hitched.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and panic coursed through her veins.

"You're pathetic," Remy said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"One of Jameson's failed experiments.

commit to taking a life." His piercing gaze bore into her, unmoved by her

and she would

alive, the thought of ending

was kinder than the torment of living—he knew Justin all too

"Damien...

as tears streamed down her

"Please...

of

That name again.

at him

I have to repeat myself? I am

out, tears pooling in her

''Damien ...

Your family...

They're still waiting...

his defenses like a dagger, prying open

sharp, inexplicable ache spread

throbbed, and the piercing pain caused him to loosen his hold around Amber's neck,

fighting or

considered persuading

was a risky move, but one she was willing to

I know you're not heartless." "Women are such overthinkers," he muttered, his voice tinged with

fully released

temples throbbed, but he masked the pain with

only sparing you because my orders were to

what about

Remy frowned.

was kidnapped, Jameson ordered us to intervene," Amber continued, her voice

in secret and pretended to fall for

yet, you didn't expose

straight at Amber, his gaze deepening with

Silence stretched between them.

a deep breath, Amber's voice trembled

"You're Sir's right-hand man.

evidence to prove Sir's real identity is Justin Beckett!" Remy's fists clenched tightly, his stoic

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