[The hunter ignored the sound of the door, ignored the students streaming past. To her, his mind was a blank in the surround. He came down the hall, passing like a ghost among the students, and paused outside the door. Tested it, once, twice.
Summer hardly breathed, crouched by the teacher’s desk and eyes fixed on the boy. Who, despite his sarcasm, was bracing the door closed with his own body. Her heartbeat rattled in her ears, adrenaline-induced nausea thick in her throat.
The hunter set his shoulder to the door and shoved.]
[The force of impact jarred him a little, temple smacking into the door. If this was another supernat, he was leaving town, he swore.
Scowling, he pressed his frame more firmly into the door, sneakers catching on the shiny linoleum and providing the foothold he needed to use his strength. The door rattled, but didn’t budge much—if at all.
Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Isaac had half a mind to show his teeth.] You wanna tell me what the fuck I’m getting dragged into?
I’m being hunted. Thought that was obvious. [She kept her voice low, though it was clear he knew where she was.] I don’t know why. [Well, she did, sort of.]
[Through the door, a male voice, and the pressure slackened.] Give her to me and nobody has to get hurt.
[Hissing.] He’s lying. I don’t think he wants to kill me but whatever he wants, someone is going to get hurt.