Her mind stuck on her exchange with Trevor just as much as her triumphant over Theurge, she made the journey back to the abandoned school a bit slower than she had intended. How much would she tell Trevor? Could she [i]really[/i] drag him into the situation she had found herself? What kind of danger would she be putting him in, and for what? The chances of a human being capable of helping her had to be dismal, at best, and as much as some small part of her wanted a friend, wanted someone of a similar mindset--at least, a [i]human[/i] mindset--to lay everything out there with and talk it over, whether she could or could not fix things, he would just be a regret she had to leave behind and another unknown variable.
	She shook her head as she neared the school to clear her mind of Trevor, replacing those thoughts with the fight. Every time she saw the school, she swore it looked more decrepit than she remembered it. Inside, she easily found Cerasus waiting for her, alone.
	The way he looked at her, the pride he showed toward her, almost made her want to smile. She crossed her arms, satisfaction in her eyes and a smugness to her expression.
	“I’ll grant you, you were right. I won,” she reported, though he clearly already guessed as much. “But Dramatic Theurge didn’t want me knowing how he’d concealed your arm. Said he’ll deliver it to Riley.” She paused, a look of contemplation crossing her face. “Did you know he’s the [i]leader[/i] of a gang of vampire hunting vampires?”