shot Jonathan

★★★★★

“Hah!” Jonathan sneered, his defiance clear as he pushed Damon away with a rough shove. Damon staggered against the car, momentarily disoriented, while Jonathan’s hand reached for the knife that had fallen to the ground.

Jasmine, her heart racing, tried to move toward Damon, her mind set on helping him. But Damon raised a hand, a silent command for her to stay back, his eyes fixed on Jonathan with steely resolve. She hesitated, her fear mingled with concern, but her instincts told her to stay out of the immediate danger.

Jonathan’s grip tightened around the knife’s handle as he prepared to lunge again. Damon, undeterred, straightened himself and faced Jonathan with unyielding determination. “You know,” Damon said, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife through the air, “even if you manage to escape tonight, I will hunt you down. No matter how far you hide, no matter how deeply you bury yourself.”

Jonathan’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance. He held the