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.

piercing gaze

increase in pressure, and she would

alive, the thought of ending her life

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

"Damien...

voice cracked as tears streamed down

"Please...

out of it!"

That name again.

clawing at him

have to repeat myself? I

choked out, tears pooling in

''Damien ...

Your family...

They're still waiting...

pierced his defenses like a

inexplicable ache spread

loosen his hold around Amber's neck, allowing Amber

instead of fighting or fleeing,

without Remy's help, she considered persuading this man, loyal

was a risky move, but one she was willing

you're Damien, I know you're not

hadn't fully

he masked the

only sparing you because my orders were to

what about

Remy frowned.

sister Lauren was kidnapped, Jameson ordered us to

leaked information to them in secret and pretended to fall for

yet, you didn't

stared straight at Amber, his gaze deepening with

Silence stretched between them.

Amber's voice

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

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

in Mosgravia to develop illicit drugs and used Jameson to

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