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.
Isaac saw her hesitation in answering, and once she did, he kept his gaze fixed on her, trying to figure out whether she was lying, trying to pick up on her heartbeat. “Let’s say I believe you,” he said, then added, “Hypothetically.” He hesitated for a moment then spoke again. “Then who’s the guy coming after you and why?”
“I /wish/ I knew who he was — his shields are amazing. And terrifying. I can hear him, but I can’t get in.” Summer shivered. “As far as what he wants — it’s not what he’s claiming. Logically, he wants to use me.” She looked down at her hand, and closed it, an expression of determination hardening her face. ‘I don’t think he’s going to like the results of that.”