“I think you’re [i]over[/i]selling it.” Izzy blinked away a drop of rain, then adjusted her weight as she ran the past week-and-a-half through her head for the thousandth time. His presence had been suspicious, at best, from the beginning. If Riley could balance her situation, then could he--[i]had[/i] he--helped even out the playing field for the hunters?
	She looked Riley in the eye as she continued, her voice low. “How long have you been following Cerasus for? Don’t deny it,” she snorted. “You know things you could only know if you’ve been watching both him and, now, me, since at [i]least[/i] when he was attacked. I doubt it was pure [i]chance[/i] you were there to tell Cerasus about this place, or that you just [i]happened[/i] to be passing by at just the right time to save me from the hunters. So tell me, Riley." Her voice darkened. "How much of all of this,” she swung a hand around at waist-level, gesturing to herself, the duffel bag, and the school, “was your doing in the first place? Have you been helping 'balance' things out for my sake, or to fix something you started?" she finished in a growl.