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.

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

slight increase in pressure, and she

bring Amber back alive, the thought of ending her

than the torment of living—he knew Justin all too

"Damien...

Amber's voice cracked as tears streamed down

"Please...

out of it!"

That name again.

at him like an invisible hand around

many times do I have to repeat

out, tears pooling

''Damien ...

Your family...

They're still waiting...

his defenses like a dagger,

ache

him to loosen his hold around Amber's

fighting

she considered persuading this man, loyal to Justin, to switch

a risky move, but one she was

whispered between coughs, "whether or not you're Damien, I know you're not heartless." "Women

fully

he masked

sparing you because my orders were

more." "Then what about last time?"

Remy frowned.

was kidnapped, Jameson ordered us to intervene,"

secret and pretended to fall for their

yet, you didn't

Remy stared straight at Amber,

Silence stretched between them.

breath, Amber's voice trembled

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

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

drugs and

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