That took Jesse aback. “Fine,” he bluffed, trying to keep his angry face even though it was clear fear was replacing it. “Be her slave. Just remember I tried to help you. I tried to warn you.” He backed away, hands held up as if that would make them believe he hadn’t meant any harm.
Summer curled herself tightly around Isaac, shuddering. She wanted to believe it was over, but even though Jesse was leaving, she knew the worst was probably yet to come. Even if Isaac didn’t want to know /anything/ at all about the other boy’s allegations, she would still have to deal with the aftermath of the rage that had filled the air.
He had questions, of course he did, but right now, Summer was his main focus and he couldn’t even be bothered exhaling a sigh of relief as the other male appeared to admit defeat. He was bewildered and lost, for no introductions had been made, although it was painfully obvious that the two knew each other intimately.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, rocking her gently as he cradled her in his arms. “Do you want me to drive you home? I figure I can work your car.”
“Y-your bike,” she mumbled, the quiver in her voice already betraying how close she was to the edge. She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t been shielded, and now the violent energy of two furious men was driving through her body. “Keys. On my purse.” She bit her lip on a cry as a muscle in the back of her thigh clenched hard.