Summer made a pain sound, trying to pull away from both of them. “You’re hurting me.”
“Good,” Jesse hissed. “Hurt you like you hurt me, like you’re hurting him. She took away your free will, did you know that, kid? Whatever you’re feeling now, it’s her. It’s not you. She’s making you.” He sidled around, grabbing at Summer again. “Let him go. Stop controlling him!”
He flinched then at her whimper, letting go and gazing down at his hands with horror. He was just like his father – but at this moment in time, he had to protect Summer from the threat, and later on, he could worry over that previous revelation.
“I love her!” He blurted out then, uncaring that it was the first time he’d said them aloud and in a public setting nonetheless. “And nothing you could say could convince me otherwise!”
Abruptly, Jesse was in her face, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her until her head wobbled. “Let him go, you bitch, let him go, I’ll fucking knock you out if you don’t let him go.” She flailed at him, helplessly, trying to pry his hands off her. She didn’t even have a moment to savor Isaac’s words.
“If I could do that,” she gasped, “don’t you think I’d be keeping you off me?”
“I’m immune,” he ground out.
“You’re crazy.”
Equally abruptly, he let her go, shoving her to the ground. Jesse turned to Isaac. “You don’t love her, kid. She put you under a spell, she’s making you think you love her. Get away from her, it’ll fade.”