She snarled, “/I’m/ not human. He’s offered me nothing but politeness; you barged into my home at night and threatened me and my guest. /You/ are the animal. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life cowering like one, GET OUT.”
She was so angry she felt sick, a faint tremor in her muscles warning of the edge she was walking. But she could not show even a hint of wavering; this man, this monster, would seize on that immediately. “If you still believe I cannot take care of myself, you are a fool,” she hissed.
The man hesitated slightly before bolting for the door. He spat out words of hate as he left. “She can’t protect you forever, Isaac, we’re going to find you and this time you’re not coming out of it alive.” With that he was gone, leaving Isaac cowering under the bed, traumatized.
He peered over to where Summer was standing with a scared look on his face. “He’s going to kill me,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “He’s right — I can’t run forever. I’m going to die.”
Sinking down to sit on the stair, Summer shook her head wearily. “No, he’s not going to kill you. Not if I have anything to say about it.” She looked over at him, at Isaac’s white face peeking out from under the bed, and beckoned, as if to a small child. “Come on. Come over here.” Her head throbbed, a vicious ache stemming from the use of her ability.
“Is it going to scare you more to talk about it? I’m not going to let him have you, but it’d be nice to have some context here.”