“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)“Well, hello Summer, make yourself at home,” Isaac told her, mildly sarcastic, but he could see she was genuinely scared, and he wondered once again what was after her. When someone else knocked on the door, he opened, once he was sure she was out of sight, and found himself facing a man. He looked like someone Isaac would immediately call the police on, and he instantly felt hostility towards him, like his instincts were telling him to stay as far away as possible from him.
“Missed a few biology classes, have we?” Isaac replied sarcastically, arching an eyebrow at him. “I’m not a girl,” he added, looking at the man. “And considering this is my dead father’s house, I doubt you’ll find one here, try the swimming pool,” he continued, then stared at the man, expecting him to leave.
Obviously sarcasm was just this boy’s natural mode of expression. Summer all but held her breath and listened.
“A girl,” the hunter continued, doggedly. “Short. Skinny. Red hair. A lot of red hair. She’s dangerous. You seen anyone like that?” He didn’t look like he was put off in the slightest by Isaac’s sarcasm or hostility. In fact, he took a step closer, as if he was going to force his way into the house to search it.