It took all Summer’s concentration to keep from gasping in air and hyperventilating; there was none left to answer him. All she could do was hold on and ride it out, and every time she thought it was finally over it gripped her again. /Please, don’t let me start crying./ She had no idea how much time had passed when she finally had control back over her own body. Every muscle ached from the tension of it.
She laid flat on the floor, breathing rasping. “I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his face, afraid of what might be there, every wall in her mind shaped of rock. “That’s the cost.”
Isaac waited for her crisis to finish, not knowing what he could do to help, so ultimately deciding to do nothing and just wait. It wasn’t like this happened to him on a daily basis. Once she stilled, and spoke again, he sighed, relieved that she seemed to still be alive.
“Care to explain what the hell is going on?” he asked, and despite his words, his tone was calmer than he’d expected. He was confused, and he didn’t like feeling confused, especially when he still didn’t know who or what that girl was.
“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.”