Izzy turned to Riley once more when he offered another “hint,” a frown pulling at her mouth. Still, she listened intently, not wanting to waste any time on arguments. If it could help her save Trevor, she would take it. She nodded slightly at the first, but inhaled sharply at the second. Slowly, stiffly, she nodded again.
	“For the record,” she said a few minutes later before she embarked on her mission, standing in the doorway with her back to Riley, “it wasn’t [i]just[/i] your mistake.”
	With that, she rushed to the school, the road leading to the athletic-turned-battlefield all too familiar. Only this time, she traveled it for more reasons than just to retrieve Cerasus’ remaining limbs. Now, she had a life to save. No matter what she had to do, she [i]would[/i] get Trevor to safety.
	Reaching the field, she slowed to a stop and sauntered the remaining few yards to where Guillotine Cutter waited, Trevor with him. She only glared at the man when he spoke, her chin lowering slightly and back perfectly straight.
	She looked to Trevor when he called out to her and held her breath, trying to keep her expression hard and unreadable. Her muscles were tight, and she just managed to keep herself back, to not lunge at Guillotine Cutter. Her face twisted with fury when the man cut off Trevor’s words, and her hands clenched. She tried to wipe the expression from her face, her neck twitching with the effort.
	“Nice to see you again, too, Guillotine Cutter,” she said stiffly, then crossed her arms. “Though, from the last time, I didn’t think you needed to stoop so low.” She nodded toward Trevor though her eyes stayed on Cutter, every ounce of willpower going toward keeping her cool. “Are you [i]that[/i] afraid?”