Jason's expression shifted a little. "Games? I'm not playing any games. You two come prancing in like this place is yours, and you tell me to get away?"
Ashley didn't like the darker tone to his voice. She almost would have preferred the laughing, the mocking. She was terrified, and she wanted to say something in their defense, but her words caught in her throat.
Pale blue eyes fixed on Olena. "Maybe you two should take your crazy asses out of here," he said, his voice lower, something of a threat in it now. It had to be an act. She was trying to get him off his guard, so they could steal his supplies. That wasn't happening.
"I mean," he continued, not moving away from Olena, but shifting a little closer. "You've got to be completely apeshit crazy. Who the hell brings a fucking horse into a warzone?" Not that it was a warzone, per se, but it was close enough to his mind.
He was at war, even if no one else was. And he had supplies to protect.