Oh, fucking hell. This was seriously the last thing in the world Molly could've expected, and definitely the last thing she needed. There was no doubt this kid was friends with Jett, between the accent and the fact that he seemed to have at least some level of knowledge of what had happened the night her Childer was Embraced. But if he thought that she'd killed Jett, why would he want that, too? Was she dealing with a suicidal mortal, or just a kid who had no clue what the fuck he was dealing with? She really couldn't be entirely sure, and that was an awkward place to be in and of itself. "You must be confused. In fact, I'm certain you are. I haven't killed anyone, and you most certainly didn't see me do it."

But this young man wasn't going anywhere. He was fucking well convinced that he knew what was going on here, and he had every intention of things going a very specific way for him, even if Molly wasn't sure what to do with that. "Listen, honey, you're young, and you're very cute, but you have no idea what you're asking me."