"I'll need you to do me a favor", he whispered in a hoarse tone, staring at his open injury in his palm slowly closing up in the dark, "Get out of here".
"Get out?", she replied in a questioning tone, perplexed and a bit afraid. Was he worried that she'd just seen him kill someone? But it wasn't the first time, and she'd seen him kill someone, but it was the first she'd seen someone smile and laugh with joy while doing so.
Was that what he meant when he said he wasn't a good person?
She couldn't blame him for ending an assassin's life—she had no right to in fact. And he'd once again saved her life because after murdering Jason in his sleep, she would surely have been next in line.
The only thing she still couldn't wrap her head around was the expression he made. "You're hurt, let me see", she tried to pull away but Jason's nails slightly dug into her clothed back to stop her from pulling away.
