“Don’t be – scared –“ Jackson says, his words faltering as he looks at me anxiously, almost like he’s fumbling for words.
I hesitate, but then tug again at my arm still in his hand. “Then let go of me,” I say, a little bit between my teeth.
He does, instantly. “Please don’t run,” he murmurs.
And I shock myself by…complying. Instead of bolting, I peer up at him, confused as hell but curious. “What the hell is going on, Jackson?” I hiss. “Yesterday you try to kill me and now you’re asking me not to run?”
“I wasn’t trying to kill you,” he says, frowning down at me like I’m a little stupid. “If I was trying to kill you, Clark, you’d be dead –“
“Great!” I say, my voice heavy with sarcasm as I look up at him with wide eyes. “Well, in an attempt to avoid your next attempt, I’m going to go
