Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2415

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. You can't even commit to taking a life."

His piercing gaze bore into her, unmoved by her reddened face and unfocused eyes. A slight increase in pressure, and she would suffocate within moments.

Although Justin had ordered him to bring Amber back alive, the thought of ending her life now was tempting. Sometimes, death was kinder than the torment of living—he knew Justin all too well.

"Damien… D-Damien…" Amber's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. "Please… snap out of it!"

Damien. That name again.

Remy's jaw tightened, frustration clawing at him like an invisible hand around his throat.

"How many times do I have to repeat myself? I am not Damien!"

"You… are…" Amber choked out, tears pooling in her eyes. "Damien… Your family… They're still waiting… for you to come home…"

Her words pierced his defenses like a dagger, prying open the cold armor around his heart. A sharp, inexplicable ache spread through his chest.

His temples throbbed, and the piercing pain caused him to loosen his hold around Amber's neck, allowing Amber to gasp for air. But instead of fighting or fleeing, she stayed.

Realizing escape was impossible without Remy's help, she considered persuading this man, loyal to Justin, to switch sides. It was a risky move, but one she was willing to take.

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