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“Who the fuck are you?” the man growled at the curly-haired teen. “It’s none of your business what I do with what’s mine.” Summer’s shoulders tensed at the words, though she wasn’t quite sure why — Jesse couldn’t blackmail her concerning Isaac, because Isaac already knew. And this was part of why she wanted a bodyguard, right? But it was hard to break the habit of months of control.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, Jesse pointedly right on her heels. “He’s helping me with some of my papers,” she lied.

Jesse sneered, glancing at Isaac. “Uh-huh. I told you not to see anyone. Don’t make me do it, Summer. It’ll be your fault if he gets hurt, because you couldn’t do what you were told.”

Isaac had a very low tolerance for stupid, irritating people and this Jesse guy was doing a fantastic job of climbing his way to the top of that list. “You can’t own people,” he said, crossing his arms and looking at him. “She’s not yours. You can’t control her. And from what I’ve heard, you’re the ex and don’t even really need to be around,” he said irritably. He shook his head and huffed at the retort. “I’d like to see you try to hurt me.”

Jesse spun around and slammed his palm against the doorframe, blocking Isaac’s entrance. The two were of a height, which clearly bothered the older man. “I control her absolutely. Any freedom she’s got, it’s because I let her have it. And I’m doing this for people like you. That girl is dangerous. I’m protecting you.”

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That made Summer laugh. “I’m not complaining.” With a deep breath, she added, “Let’s go face the beast.” She climbed out of the little car, squared her shoulders, and strode up the path to her apartment door. A tall, dark-haired figure slouched against the wall beside it, arms folded in a black leather coat. When she approached, he shoved himself up with one shoulder and loomed over her while she unlocked the door.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at the man, watching him for a few moments before clearing his throat. “Personal space?” he said to him, waiting for him to back off. “You seem a little unnecessarily close. And it’s coming off as clingy.”

“Who the fuck are you?” the man growled at the curly-haired teen. “It’s none of your business what I do with what’s mine.” Summer’s shoulders tensed at the words, though she wasn’t quite sure why — Jesse couldn’t blackmail her concerning Isaac, because Isaac already knew. And this was part of why she wanted a bodyguard, right? But it was hard to break the habit of months of control.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, Jesse pointedly right on her heels. “He’s helping me with some of my papers,” she lied.

Jesse sneered, glancing at Isaac. “Uh-huh. I told you not to see anyone. Don’t make me do it, Summer. It’ll be your fault if he gets hurt, because you couldn’t do what you were told.”

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Turning into the parking lot of her apartment complex, Summer rolled her eyes. “As far as whomever’s hunting me goes, you can do whatever you like, though killing them is probably off the table. Jesse … is a different story.” She turned the car off and slumped back against the seat. “Especially since he’s here.”

“Who’s Jesse?” he asked in confusion, raising an eyebrow. “I’m gonna need some details,” he said, shaking his head a little and looking out the window. “This might be easier if I was a wolf.”

“Jesse is my obsessive, blackmailing, crazy ex.” She turned in her seat to try to catch Isaac’s eyes and instead found herself tempted to tangle her fingers in his curly hair. Stay on track, Summer, she admonished herself. “He broke up with me, but he won’t let me go now. I doubt hurting him is going to do a lot of good, and he’s going to pitch a fit the minute he sees you.”

“He’s going to assume you’re my boyfriend.”

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“So you’re saying it’s okay for people to know because you can just pick up their cars?!” She wanted to bang her head on the steering wheel. “Nrrrrgh, doesn’t matter. Fine. Cards on the table — I’m an empath. I think that’s why the hunter wants me. I don’t know what he wants me /for/, though.”

Isaac nodded slowly, pretending to understand most of what she said. “I promise I don’t usually parade my powers around. These were extenuating circumstances.”

Turning into the parking lot of her apartment complex, Summer rolled her eyes. “As far as whomever’s hunting me goes, you can do whatever you like, though killing them is probably off the table. Jesse … is a different story.” She turned the car off and slumped back against the seat. “Especially since he’s here.”

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“This should be interesting. Hi there.”

She dropped into the driver’s seat, staring at the steering wheel. “There’s someone hunting me. I don’t know who it is. I’m not sure why, either, but I have some ideas.” Starting the car, she put it into reverse, looking Isaac hard in the face before backing out. “Also, my ex is blackmailing me, and trying very hard to control my life.”

Her hands tightened on the wheel. “And I think the hunter is trying to use spellwork on me.”

There was no way he was going to believe her.

Isaac just stared at her for a while before shrugging. “Good enough for me. I’m a werewolf,” he said matter of factly. “So what exactly is it that you’re asking me to do?” he asked.

“You’re a what?” The car jerked. Hastily she wrestled it back under control. “Is that something you should be saying to just anyone? I could be lying my face off for all you know!”

Fuck it. They were going to her apartment, because this conversation was going to take a long time.

Isaac raised an eyebrow. “i picked up your car,” he pointed out, blinking a couple of times. “And I’m kind of stuck with you.”

“So you’re saying it’s okay for people to know because you can just pick up their cars?!” She wanted to bang her head on the steering wheel. “Nrrrrgh, doesn’t matter. Fine. Cards on the table — I’m an empath. I think that’s why the hunter wants me. I don’t know what he wants me /for/, though.”

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whip-laaaaash:

“This should be interesting. Hi there.”

She dropped into the driver’s seat, staring at the steering wheel. “There’s someone hunting me. I don’t know who it is. I’m not sure why, either, but I have some ideas.” Starting the car, she put it into reverse, looking Isaac hard in the face before backing out. “Also, my ex is blackmailing me, and trying very hard to control my life.”

Her hands tightened on the wheel. “And I think the hunter is trying to use spellwork on me.”

There was no way he was going to believe her.

Isaac just stared at her for a while before shrugging. “Good enough for me. I’m a werewolf,” he said matter of factly. “So what exactly is it that you’re asking me to do?” he asked.

“You’re a what?” The car jerked. Hastily she wrestled it back under control. “Is that something you should be saying to just anyone? I could be lying my face off for all you know!”

Fuck it. They were going to her apartment, because this conversation was going to take a long time.

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“This should be interesting. Hi there.”

“I wasn’t bargaining for /anything/. Dear gods.” She rubbed at her face for a minute. “Okay, fine. You want to be my bodyguard?”

“Sure. Why do you need a bodyguard exactly?”

Summer opened her mouth to answer, then closed it. “That’s … not a conversation we should have out here,” she said instead. “Get in the car and I’ll tell you on the way.”

Isaac shrugged it off and climbed in the car, closing the door gently behind him and looking at her once again. “Alright. Talk.”

She dropped into the driver’s seat, staring at the steering wheel. “There’s someone hunting me. I don’t know who it is. I’m not sure why, either, but I have some ideas.” Starting the car, she put it into reverse, looking Isaac hard in the face before backing out. “Also, my ex is blackmailing me, and trying very hard to control my life.”

Her hands tightened on the wheel. “And I think the hunter is trying to use spellwork on me.”

There was no way he was going to believe her.

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“This should be interesting. Hi there.”

“Oh yeah?” Unhooking her keys from her belt loop, she flicked them over her fingers, fishing out the car key. “Prove it.” Just an idle challenge, really. Boys always feel like they have to prove something.

Isaac raised an eyebrow and looked around for a moment. He walked over to her car. He braced himself before channeling his strength and managing to lift the whole vehicle up off the ground, eyes glowing golden. He looked back at her before setting it down as gently as he could manage.

“Hey, hey! Okay! Put my girl back down! She’s old, she can’t take that kind of treatment, what the hell.”

What the /hell/.

“What /are/ you?” Summer was having a hard time not letting her mouth just gape open. She took a moment to look at him, /really/ look.