Frost scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Look, if this is gonna be some 'I'll spare your life in exchange for information or your undying loyalty' bullshit, it ain't happening. I'm not a snitch. So I suggest you just kill me now."
"No," Jayden said quietly, his distorted voice calm. "I don't want anything from you."
Frost raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Everyone always wants something." She said.
"Not me," Jayden said, stepping back to give her space. "This isn't about what I want. This is about what you want."
Frost furrowed her brows, grimacing as she shifted her weight against the wall. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am choosing to spare your life," Jayden stated simply. "Now, this choice is obviously a terrible one, considering you've seen my face and you know my real name. But I'm choosing to do it anyway. Because I want to give you a second chance."
Frost let out a heavy, exhausted sigh. "Kid, we've been over this... I'm not interested in any exchange—"
