Harry stared at me as if I had just announced I was going to turn myself to the police.
"Is this your way of telling me not to help you, Sienna?" he asked, his expression hardening.
"Yeah!" I nodded "You've done so much already. I'll be ungrateful to still want more from you,".
"Well, the only way I won't interfere is if I'm dead," he said firmly. "So, go ahead, Sienna. Kill me,".
I laughed, trying to put on a stern face. "Don't say that! I'm serious. This isn't a joke!".
"And neither am I," he retorted. His voice was calm but resolute. "I care about you, Sienna. I can't just stand by and watch you carry all this weight on your shoulders. But if you want me to back off, you'll have to kill me first. That way, I'll be six feet under and you can do anything you want,".
