“So you’re saying it’s okay for people to know because you can just pick up their cars?!” She wanted to bang her head on the steering wheel. “Nrrrrgh, doesn’t matter. Fine. Cards on the table — I’m an empath. I think that’s why the hunter wants me. I don’t know what he wants me /for/, though.”
Isaac nodded slowly, pretending to understand most of what she said. “I promise I don’t usually parade my powers around. These were extenuating circumstances.”
Turning into the parking lot of her apartment complex, Summer rolled her eyes. “As far as whomever’s hunting me goes, you can do whatever you like, though killing them is probably off the table. Jesse … is a different story.” She turned the car off and slumped back against the seat. “Especially since he’s here.”