Izzy faltered near the top of the staircase at the thought of Guillotine Cutter watching her, unseen, but the action was nearly unperceivable. On the main floor, when Riley placed a hand on her shoulder, she stopped and turned around with an irritated snort. He still had not answered her question. Her gaze bore into his, annoyance mingling with the rest of the emotions on her face. 
	Her nails dug into her palms at the thought of Trevor being used as a weapon against her. Fear flashed through her eyes at the request to fight tonight, but only for a moment. After all, that was exactly what she had planned on doing, officially or otherwise. Whatever it took to get Trevor away from the hunter, away from this wretched world.
	“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she growled. When she continued, her words were rushed as she turned from him to head to the front door. “You said you misjudged him. Did you see what he could do? What am I going up against?”