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.”
“If you try to hurt me, I’ll just kick you out for that guy to find you,” Isaac warned her with a pointed glare. “Whoever he is, he looks like someone who knows how to hurt people,” he added, arching an eyebrow at her. He had nothing against helping her out if she was in trouble, but the moment she became a threat, he was going to kick her out. They had enough enemies as it was.
“Well, he’s not gonna find you,” Isaac said, then walked towards the kitchen. “There’s not much to eat here, no one’s lived here for a while,” he informed her, looking around in the cupboards.
Summer wavered, putting a hand on the wall, then sank back down to curl up in a little ball. Maybe it was the stress of trying to escape, or the uncertainty of what she was running from. Or just the clarity and strength of Isaac’s emotions. Holding a hand out, she watched it tremble. “I’m not hungry anyway. I w-won’t be in your way much longer.” The muscles in her legs jumped, and she curled up tighter, hoping to hide the tremors.