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.

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

and

him to bring Amber back alive, the thought of ending her life now

torment of living—he knew Justin

"Damien...

Amber's voice cracked as tears streamed down her

"Please...

out of

That name again.

frustration clawing at him like an invisible

I have to repeat myself? I

choked out, tears pooling in her

''Damien ...

Your family...

They're still waiting...

his defenses like a dagger, prying open the cold

ache spread

him to loosen his hold

of fighting or fleeing,

Remy's help, she considered persuading this

but

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

hadn't fully released

throbbed, but he masked the pain with

because my orders were

more." "Then what about last

Remy frowned.

younger sister Lauren was kidnapped, Jameson ordered us to intervene," Amber

information to them in secret and pretended to

yet, you didn't

at Amber, his gaze

Silence stretched between them.

a deep breath, Amber's

"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

drugs and used

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