“I don’t have one,” Summer admitted, coming to her feet. She lifted her hands, keeping the fingers spread, where he could see them. “I don’t know of anything I can say that you would believe, except thank you. All I can offer is to let you ask me anything, and I’ll answer honestly.” Wryly, with a slightly twisted smile, she went on, “Of course that brings you back to the problem of trusting me.”
“At least you’re honest,” Isaac huffed out with an unbelieving chuckle. He studied the girl, trying to figure out whether she was actually a threat or not. Her scent was different from what he’d encountered so far, and that tipped off his alarms. When she said she was going to answer his questions, he didn’t hesitate. “What are you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, and swallowed. Well, she’d said anything, and apparently fate was just determined to hold her to that right away. “I’m an empath,” she answered at last. “I can sense and manipulate most people’s emotions.” Hopefully if she kept her eyes fixed on his very blue ones he would believe her.