Summer flinched, hands instinctively wrapping about herself and her whole body pulling in. The last time someone had said something like that, it hadn’t been a question, but an accusation, backed by rage like a blow. “Yeah,” she said softly, “I guess I am. And you have no reason now to believe I’m not.” She swallowed against the sick feeling in her gut and forced herself to drop her arms, though she couldn’t seem to make her shoulders relax or her heart slow its hammering.
Isaac watched her reaction, surprised, and realized his aggressive stance. He took a deep breath and looked at her, trying to decide what to do. “Fine, you can hide out here until that guy he’s gone. I don’t trust you, but I trust him even less,” he admitted, relaxing in a less threatening pose. “And don’t worry, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he added, knowing a little bit of reassurance on that matter was probably a good idea.
Her mouth twitched in a half-smile. “I know. But you will, if you think I might hurt you.” She folded herself down to the floor cross-legged, and half-lifted a hand to her temple. It was an unnecessary gesture; she didn’t need to move to track the hunter. It didn’t help her shut out the boy standing by the door, either.
He didn’t trust her, but he was honest. Someone she could trust. She sighed quietly. “He’s gone. Back to his car, I assume, since he’s moving away pretty fast. Back toward my apartment.”