Chapter 62: Confrontations, Part 2

Trent had told me to stay away from Isach - for good reason - but I couldn't let Isach keep messing up my relationship with Abby. She was family, and I refused to let him steal what little family I had left.

I slammed open my locker door, but I didn't get the satisfying bang of metal on metal like I'd hoped.

Instead, Isach had caught the door. He grinned. "Someone has a temper."

I ignored him.

"You took off as soon as we got here. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

"You'd be right." I snatched my books from my locker, then slammed the door closed, smiling faintly when I heard the noise it made. "I don't like you." I stepped closer, my stare hard and unflinching. "I know what you are, Isach, and I know what you've done." My heart raced, and the rush of adrenaline spurred me on. "But Abby has nothing to do with any of this, so leave her out of it."

His slow smile was pure arrogance. "She has everything to do with this."