“[i]What?[/i]” Izzy looked to Riley at his first statement, her confused hurt turning to a murderous glare. Her gaze darkened as she watched him scratch his chin. “You’re a jerk. You know that?” she spat. She gave a growled sigh. But on the plus side, he was actually giving her straight answers.
	She snorted at his question. “If you call being pulled into this twisted world of yours a ‘lucky break,’ then absolutely.” She enunciated each syllable of the last word as she swung an arm in front of her in mock enthusiasm. She sighed. “What kind of power is it that I’ve... [i]inherited[/i], exactly? I know he,” she gestured to the classroom with a sideways nod, “has a reputation of killing other aberrations, but that’s about it. And, of course, what I’ve found out on my own.”