Dean looked down. Damn her words and how they got to him. For a long time, he wondered what his life would had been like if he hadn't hunted and he learned that once. He would always be a hunter. But with his death, from the hell hounds and this City's ability to bring the dead back, would he be given that chance? Would he come back?
He lifted his eyes to her from under his long lashes. "Guess we help people in different ways. But who helps those who help others? Where do we go when we need it?"