Izzy stared at Riley dubiously when he said he had taken the heart without being noticed. How could [i]anyone[/i] not notice someone removing something like that? But she promptly received an answer to the unspoken question.
	“What?” She looked to her hand, the heart now clasped within her fingers. She took another step away from him as she looked up, shocked, just avoiding the reaction to drop the organ that had essentially appeared in her hand. She had figured he could hide his presence from her, but she had not looked from him, and there was still a fair distance between them. “What [i]are[/i] you?” she could not help asking, her voice quiet. “And I swear, if you say anything even [i]remotely[/i] resembling the word ‘mysterious...’”
	She inhaled at the prospect of a fourth battle with him, a man who could move without her detection, could discretely remove a heart, could stop three hunters with little more than something like a dance pose, and who knew what else.
	“I-I’ve never called you--” she breathed, but he continued speaking. She swallowed hard when he called himself “the last boss.” She had what she wanted, but, if he wanted to fight, he could easily stop her from running. And even if she managed to escape him, he could still follow. But her fears were proven to be in vain. She gave a heavy sigh of relief, quite glad to “forget it.”
	She glanced again to the heart, a shudder running down her spine at the sight of it, raindrops dripping down the pale, pinkish brown muscle.
	Though she agreed about Trevor being odd, she glared at Riley for saying so and found herself quickly defending him. “You don’t so much as blink from stealing someone’s heart, but [i]he[/i] creeps you out? He’s a guy who likes the supernatural. Just like probably 80% of the high-school population.”
	“A ‘trusting relationship.’” Her brows rose slightly. “After everything that's happened. Right,” she drew out the last word.
	She frowned slightly when he finished. “I’ll feel happy when all this is just a bad nightmare from my past,” she grumbled. She picked up the duffel bag with her empty hand, trying to not think about what occupied the other, and slung it over her shoulder, her attention never leaving Riley, though it made no difference whether she kept him in her line of sight or not. She turned and took a couple strides to the door before looking back to him.
	“How will I contact you when I have your money?” she asked with a slightly exasperated air.