Excerpt "You," Jarrett hisses.
Dylan looks at him, feeling helpless at Jarrett's enraged voice mixed with fear. Dylan bends down to pick up a shirt and jeans from the floor and hands them over. Jarrett snatches them from Dylan's hand.
"Yes, it's me. Dylan."
"Dylan Scott." Jarrett gets dressed, but his eyes never leave Dylan. "What are you? I didn't see you come in."
Dylan pauses. "I-I saw you from the window."
"From the window -- you were watching me?"
"Not really. I..." He's not lying. He was totally going to leave until he heard Jarrett's cry for help.
Jarrett doesn't seem to be listening, eyes turning big with suspicion.
"The window was locked... There's no broken glass..." Suddenly, Jarrett dashes toward the door, but Dylan is faster, of course.
He grabs Jarrett gently. "Relax," he murmurs in Jarrett's ear.
"Please don't hurt me," Jarrett pleads, his body trembling.
Dylan releases him at once. "I won't. All I want is to protect you."
Jarrett gazes up at him. "Why? I'm a complete stranger."
"I had you in my hand," Dylan said, and Jarrett's face turns crimson and turns away.
"It doesn't mean anything."
"Doesn't it?" Dylan asks, and he frowns when Jarrett gathers a watch and set of keys from the nightstand. "Where are you going?"
"Home," Jarrett says simply.
"Huh? I thought this was your apartment."
"Like I want to let a scumbag like him into my place?" Jarrett sneers, nodding at Jeff who's still lying on the floor unconscious. "What are you going to do to him? You going to kill him?"
"I don't go around killing people, if that's what you're asking."
"Then what? What do you do? How did you find me?" Jarrett squints up at him. "Are you one of those superheroes? But you're not wearing a cape or a mask." Jarrett giggles. "Listen to me. I must sound nuts."
Dylan smiles a little. "No, you don't. I'll tell you all about me later. Right now, let me make sure you get home safely."
Jarrett steps back. "Uh no, thank you. I'll drive. I don't want to fly or anything."