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.

pain tore

though it were

Remy clutched the necklace around his neck with

very moment. Each dose brought calm, washing away the pain and stabilizing

he yanked the necklace

his head began to subside. A strange sense of

still dark at

the entrance

sharp gust of wind sent a chill through her. She shivered involuntarily. Jasper glanced at her. He remembered how much she hated the cold-how

called out to her

around, she

over her. With a firm

Hastily, she tried to return the

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

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