Abruptly, Jesse was in her face, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her until her head wobbled. “Let him go, you bitch, let him go, I’ll fucking knock you out if you don’t let him go.” She flailed at him, helplessly, trying to pry his hands off her. She didn’t even have a moment to savor Isaac’s words.
“If I could do that,” she gasped, “don’t you think I’d be keeping you off me?”
“I’m immune,” he ground out.
“You’re crazy.”
Equally abruptly, he let her go, shoving her to the ground. Jesse turned to Isaac. “You don’t love her, kid. She put you under a spell, she’s making you think you love her. Get away from her, it’ll fade.”
Isaac snarled loudly and in warning, uncaring about what the other male thought of such a reaction as long as he backed off of her. “Let her go — I won’t tell you again,” he demanded in a hiss, nails elongating and curling as he made a partial shift, fighting the urge to simply tackle him to the ground.
And then she fell and he ran to her, human once more as he gathered her into his arms and pillowed her head on his lap, eyes scanning her for injuries. As he placed a hand over hers to heal any aches and pains caused by the other male, he lifted his eyes and arched an eyebrow. “Let me be the judge of that?”
Jesse snorted. “You /can’t/, aren’t you even listening? She took away your free will. Trust me, you don’t love that. There’s nothing there to love; she just wants a fuck.”
Summer just turned her face into Isaac’s abdomen, desperately wishing it would all just stop. “Why do you hate me so much?” she whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear her.