After studying Sheryl for a moment, Remy turned and left.

"M-Ms. Gillis, are you okay?"

One of Sheryl's subordinates came forward to help her up.

"Useless bastard! Why didn't you step in when he hit me earlier?" Sheryl's voice trembled with fury as her gaze fell on the crimson stains marring the pristine snow.

Stammering, the subordinate replied, "R-Remy acted too quickly. Everyone in the organization knows how good of a fighter he is. None of us stood a chance against him!"

"S-Something wasn't right about him tonight." Sheryl watched Remy's retreating figure disappear into the distance, her voice dropping to a menacing murmur. "I need to report this to Mr. Justin in person immediately."

Inside his car, Remy gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands but made no move to drive.

Closing his eyes, he felt a suffocating sensation rise in his throat, as though he were drowning in an endless, hopeless sea. He was just a speck, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.

sharp, splitting pain tore through his

temples throbbed, and his body felt as though it were being dragged into a whirlpool of

air, Remy clutched the necklace

contained pills that could save his life at this very moment. Each dose brought calm, washing away the pain and stabilizing his

yanked the necklace off and hurled it out

his head began to subside. A strange sense of relief bloomed in his chest, as though unseen

still dark at

vehicles surrounded the entrance of

her. She shivered involuntarily. Jasper glanced at her. He remembered how much she hated the cold-how she would curl against his chest for warmth during winter nights or seek his hands

called out

she felt a weight on her

With a firm gaze,

she tried to return the

on. You don't like the cold." Jasper's hands

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