It wasn’t clear whether Jesse hadn’t noticed Isaac’s eyes change, or he was just ignoring it. Summer stood stock-still, only moving when a large, fluffy cat paced past her and toward the open door. She dropped to one knee and snagged it by the scruff of the neck.
Jesse breathed into Isaac’s face, “Do you know what she is? She doesn’t need a sad pathetic little whelp like you to protect her. If she wanted, she could have you stumbling after her uselessly, like some lovesick fool. I’m the only one she can’t touch; I’m immune to her.”
Isaac just stared at Jesse in disbelief. Was this guy serious? He couldn’t be, right? It was too ridiculous. Isaac picked him up by the throat and slammed him against the wall. “You are the most annoying person I have met in my entire life, which is really saying something if you knew Stiles,” he growled, hoisting him up higher. “I’m gonna put you down, and you’re going to leave and never come back.”
“Isaac! Isaac, put him down!” Summer screamed. She didn’t dare move, because the cat would immediately bolt out the door. As it was, it had its ears flat to its head.
Jesse had his hand wrapped around Isaac’s wrist. His face was warped into a sneer, and he hissed, “What’d she promise you? What’d she do to you? You’re a slave and you can’t even see it.” Twisting fruitlessly, he glared at Summer. “Witch!”