Whether she imagined the flicker of condescension or not, Izzy was growing annoyed by her questions being met as such, and not just from Dramatic Theurge. It wasn’t [i]her[/i] fault she knew nearly nothing about this world, about beasts and monsters. She scowled as he called Cerasus her master, resisting releasing the opposition that bubbled to her tongue.
	“Tempting,” she began darkly, “but I’ve got a better offer on the table.” She took a deep, shaky breath. “Which brings us back to the reason we’re standing here in the first place. You stole something from Damocles, and I mean to get it back.”