Jackson returned to Jared's room, climbing in from his balcony. He closed the door behind him and entered the dimly lit living room. Jackson felt the cold steel of a dagger on his neck. He raised an eyebrow in amusement as his eyes fixed on Jared standing in front of him.
"A little jumpy, aren't we?" Jackson teased.
"What are you doing back here? You were supposed to be with Kyle," Jared asked, his voice filled with urgency.
Taking a deep breath, Jackson tried to gather his thoughts before delivering the news that would shatter Jared's already fragile ego.
"Jonathon... he's alive," Jackson began, his voice serious.
"What do you mean alive? The ghoul…"
"Is dead," Jackson said, finishing his sentence. "You do know how to pick them when it comes to your guard. Jonathon was severely injured fighting it."
"So, why is he still alive? You were supposed to deliver his head to Oscar," Jared stated.