The other boy sneered, the emotion contorting his handsome face. “You didn’t tell him either, did you. You just put the same spell on him that you did on me, cause it’s the only way you can get laid.” He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of Isaac’s hold.
“I never slept with you,” she cried. “I never did anything wrong!”
“Yeah, that’s because I figured it out before you could!” His hand was cruelly tight around her wrist. “That what you did to him, why he’s so devoted to you? Did you fuck him, bitch?”
She shook her head, red hair flying around her face. “No, nonono, no, no, no.”
Isaac regarded the scene before him with increasing horror, failing to comprehend the foul words spilling from the male’s lips and instead focusing only on Summer’s growing panic. He could hear her erratic heartbeat thumping away in her chest and he slowly pulled her back behind him, eyes darkening further.
“I think it’s best that you leave before I hurt you,” he stated lowly, dangerously; after all, he was a Lahey and they were a violent lot, apparently. “And I’d warn you not to speak to her like that ever again.”
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!”