“He’s hunting me. I don’t know why, not really. He’s been following me for weeks, and he’s tried to kidnap me twice now. But he doesn’t seem to want to do it in front of a lot of other people, and he doesn’t come into my apartment.” Summer glanced up at him quickly, then away again. “Thank you.”
“Well, kidnappers tend to avoid witnesses,” Isaac commented, arching an eyebrow; though the apartment thing was odd. “What’s up with the seizure thingy?” he asked a moment later, frowning. He was still confused, but at least now she was talking. When she thanked him, he accepted her gratitude with a nod, and kept his eyes on her.
“It’s the price I pay for my gift,” she said simply. “Nothing is free. Think of it … as conservation of energy. People aren’t designed to handle emotions that … aren’t their own.”