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.

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

increase in pressure, and she would

to bring Amber back alive, the thought

torment of living—he knew Justin all

"Damien...

cracked as tears streamed down

"Please...

out of

That name again.

clawing at him like an invisible hand

do I have to repeat

choked out, tears pooling in

''Damien ...

Your family...

They're still waiting...

home..." Her words pierced his defenses like a dagger, prying open the cold armor around

ache spread through his

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

of fighting or

she considered persuading this man, loyal

was a risky move, but one she was willing

"whether or not you're Damien, I know you're not heartless." "Women are such overthinkers," he

fully released

he masked the pain with

orders

more." "Then what about last time?"

Remy frowned.

was kidnapped, Jameson ordered us to intervene,"

information to them in secret and pretended

you

Amber, his gaze deepening with

Silence stretched between them.

a deep breath, Amber's voice

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

Beckett!" Remy's fists clenched tightly, his stoic expression

Biotechnology in Mosgravia to develop illicit drugs and used Jameson to conduct human

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