Helios sprawled himself alongside Isaac, purring quietly, and Summer smiled fondly. “Good night, boys,” she said, voice soft. She went back to the couch and settled down, wriggling out of her jeans and turning off the lights.
Isaac smiled gratefully as she left the room. For a few hours, Isaac’s sleep was undisturbed. It was only when he heard Helios hiss that he jolted awake. The cat was staring out the window, obviously concerned about what he saw. Though Isaac assumed it was probably just the neighbor’s dog winding Helios up, he decided to take a look anyway.
He joined him at the window, eyes widening as he spotted a group of men, armed with tasers, leashes and collars, stroll up the driveway. He dashed into the room where Summer lay asleep, shaking her awake. “They’re here!” he gasped, obviously distressed. “The people I was running from — they’ve found me!”
She struggled up out of sleep, grasping at his arms, and blinking. With a gasp, a candle flared to life by the couch where she lay. “How?” she said, cleared her throat, and tried again. “How?” She pushed herself upright, ignoring the fact that she didn’t have any pants on, and shoved the blanket aside.
Bracing both hands on the couch cushions, she closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind counting and sensing. “This doesn’t make sense,” she muttered, glancing up at him. “They can’t have tracked you.”