Izzy had not thought about how Cerasus had gotten her to the school until that moment. “How would I know that, then?” she grumbled, growing annoyed at Riley’s persistent know-it-all tone.
	She gave an irritated sigh at his long-winded answer for what he was. “In short, you’re a mystery. And someone I probably wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley. Or choir.” 
	Izzy glanced to the shadows again, then to the still dark sky. She had not expected to return to the school without what she had come for. The sooner she could get out of this whole mess, the better. She looked at Riley in contemplation. He had already helped her out, twice, as it so seemed. Had he bore any ill will, he could have done both her and Cerasus in when he first saw them.
	“I don’t suppose you would be willing to help me one more time?” She watched his face closely as she spoke. “Those hunters, they stole something. Something important. I need to get it back.”