When no heartbeat greeted her, Izzy gave a sorrowful exhale. “No,” she breathed, her shoulders drooping. “Please, no!” She placed her other hand over his wrist. A cold spread through her, and she felt like she was going to be sick.
	She flinched when Riley clicked his tongue from where he stood near her.
	“A [i]shame?[/i]” she spat heavily at his callous response. She shut her eyes for a moment, and a tear streaked down her cheek. She removed her hand from his wrist and formed a fist. “You were watching this entire time,” she growled out, opening her eyes, but not looking to Riley. “Why didn’t you stop him? Or block him from getting hurt? I know you’re fast enough. Or does being ‘neutral’ mean you don’t give a crap about what happens to innocent people in the process?” Her nose pulled up angrily and she turned her head so Riley was just in her field of vision.