Can’t Win Me Back

Frightened out of his wits, Xavier yelped, covering his head and crouching low in his seat.

It wasn't that he was a coward. He had been brave in the past, but this situation was unlike anything an ordinary person would face.

Working for Jasper meant Xavier didn't have to worry about his livelihood, but every day was a gamble with danger. If this continued, he might have to keep Nitroglycerin on hand just to survive.

Jasper, with his strong, muscular frame, shielded Sebastian beneath him.

He knew the attackers were after Sebastian, the witness, aiming to eliminate anyone who could tip the scales against them. If they could take down Jasper too, or at least injure him severely, it would be a bonus.

These people were ruthless.

Sebastian, oblivious to the danger, was muttering the Lord's Prayer under his breath. He didn't know that the man protecting him was sometimes more powerful than any deity.

"Don't lift your heads! Arrows aren't like bullets-they can pierce glass but not the car's body," Jasper said, his voice steady despite the sweat on his brow.

a barrage of arrows raining down like a violent storm. It reminded Jasper of his time fighting terrorists in the warzone at Luminara. His eyes narrowed, and his

five or six minutes, the barrage stopped, but their tires were punctured. There was no way to keep driving forward. Thus,

"Xavier, protect our witness."

he threw open the car door

of an eye, over a dozen assassins surrounded him like a pack of

body tense, his fists clenched so

a secondary

all been orchestrated by

black umbrella from the car and twirled it in his hands. It would have to do.

group of

Jasper tightened his grip on the umbrella handle till his

head-on. In the blink of an

phone out to call the cops when a

"Mr. Jonah!"