Summer darted inside, scrambling to find a place where she couldn’t be seen from the street. “If someone asks, you haven’t seen me, okay,” she said, breathlessly. “Please. I’ll owe you, so much.” She crouched down, keeping her eyes fixed on the boy.
Isaac closed the door and turned to look at her, a concerned frown still on his face. “Yeah, you’ll have to tell me why I’m hiding you and who’s after you,” Isaac replied with a pointed glare. In that town, it could seriously be anyone, from her angry father to a hungry zombie, at this point. “Also, who the hell are you?”
“I’m Summer. Hi.” Why the stuffing was he asking her questions now? She pressed herself into the wall, barely glancing at the room she was inside. Someone’s house. Abandoned, apparently. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the sense of absence the hunter created in her mind. His shields were astonishing.
The hunter walked up the street. Walked … but how was he following her so closely? He must have left his ride behind. She could sense him stopping at the foot of the driveway … walking up the driveway … “I’m looking for a girl,” he said, to Isaac.
(the hunter)