Abby screamed and backed up into Isach, who steadied her. She whirled around and buried her face against his chest.
"You're a jerk," Isach said, holding Abby tightly.
"Was that really necessary?" I glared at Trent.
"Did you have any other ideas how to prove it to her?" he asked, a trace of humor lacing his words. I was going to kill him.
I stood, gently placing my hand on Abby's back. "Hey, it's okay. Look."
Slowly, Abby peeked over her shoulder. Trent stood next to me, grinning, no signs of his fangs. He was enjoying this way too much, and he wasn't being the least bit helpful.
"See?" I said. "Do you believe me now?"
"It's okay, Abby." Whitney remained seated, which was probably smart. The last thing we needed to do was make Abby feel like we were ganging up on her. "We won't hurt you."
"Do it again," Abby said to Trent.