“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!”
Isaac looked back at Summer and reluctantly set him down. “I’m not a slave.” Alright, technically he was actually Summer’s slave for the next twenty-four hours, but that wasn’t the point. “I wasn’t promised anything to kick your ass out. You’ve just managed to piss me off that much,” he said, narrowing his eyes at him before taking a step back and crossing his arms. “Leave. Now. And don’t come back.”
Rubbing at his neck, Jesse spat a swear word and stumbled back. “You’ll regret this. I warned you. She’ll ruin you and use you and break you and you’ll beg her for it.” The door stood open as he backed away and left.
Summer swallowed hard, looking down at the cat. She could hear Jesse striding away, anger rolling off him like a cloud, and couldn’t look up at Isaac.