Izzy gave a snort at Trevor’s comment, her expression showing her agreement. She glanced to him when he stopped talking, the question of, “What’s up?” crossing her face before she could voice it. Her brows furrowed, and she looked to one of the boarded windows at his answer. Indeed, the streams of sunlight that had filtered in only moments before had faded, casting the area in the gloomy gray of an impending storm. Now that he brought it up, it was impossible to [i]not[/i] smell the impending rain, to feel the oncoming storm. When had that happened?
	She inhaled, and a look of panic settled over her at the pressure that went beyond the simple storm.
	“Cerasus,” she breathed, then all but jumped to her feet. He must be taking advantage of the clouds. Unless, with how quickly they rolled in, could [i]he[/i] have created them? Manipulated the weather? She shook her head at the thought--that was impossible--then looked back to Trevor. “You need to go. [i]Now.[/i]” She hastily offered Trevor a hand up, trying to guess from which direction Cerasus was coming, and hoping Trevor could get out safely before the other vampire arrived.