"Well, zombies are stupid," she said a little defensively. He had taken her off guard with his comments and the way he moved so quickly. Isabel had a bag of neat tricks but moving at top speeds was not one of them. And it wasn't even like she had stopped to put on sensible shoes before she had stormed out of the prison.
She had stormed out and Max hadn't followed her but he was going to flip out once he realized she was stuck out in the storm. Good, she thought bitterly. But her heart wasn't in it. She didn't really want Max to worry about her the way she had worried about him for so long. The way she worried about Michael now. Guilt gnawed on her frayed edges.
She wanted to argue that he hadn't saved her, that she was completely capable of taking care of her own self but screw it. She was already exhausted from her argument with Max. She flopped down on the couch next to him. She didn't fear him even though he was a vampire and definitely had her beat on strength and speed. But Isabel was more than capable of fending for herself with her telekinesis if Ezra decided to get fresh with her.
"Don't even think about it," she warned him. As she said it, she used her mind to pull the coffee table towards her so she could prop her feet up on it. "And I'm from Antar. If you even really care."
This was some stupid cosmic lesson for her and she knew it. She was supposed to listen to Max. He was in charge and always had been.