Izzy’s brows furrowed. “Competition?” she interrupted, her voice instinctively as quiet as Riley’s. She followed his gaze toward the classroom, glad Cerasus was out of sight from her angle. She glanced back to Riley at the mention of Cerasus having created another thrall, but before she could ask what had become of that, he dashed her hopes of finding out.
	“You think he couldn’t...” she let the soft words trail off as she looked back toward the classroom. “Why?” she asked, more to herself than Riley. She looked back to the corner, then to the bag in her hand as if suddenly remembering where she had been heading. "I have studying to do." She glared at Riley as if daring him to flick her again, then turned once more to head down the hall.