Izzy took a slow breath, trying to steady herself. She leaned forward, and laced her fingers through her hair. Trevor did not [i]need[/i] to state the worst case scenario. 
	“I... I could try to find out how he’d planned on changing me back, before...” She did not want to say it. She took another deep breath. “He’s got me beat in power and strength,” she muttered, more thinking aloud than directly addressing Trevor. “But if he isn’t [i]expecting[/i] me to... to turn on him, I’ve at least got that.” She gave a humorless chuckle. Plotting someone’s murder was [i]not[/i] something she had ever thought she would be doing.