Riley was not at the school. Though not who she had come for, she would not have minded having a few words with him if she had run into him in her frantic search for the supernatural child. She almost missed the small vampire as she ducked in and out of the darker classroom. She did a double take and popped back in, her hands on the doorway as she finally found him.
	She had used the bike ride there to think about how she would address the topic. The sore spot he had, and had chosen to confide in her about that night that seemed so many lifetimes ago. But now, here, in the gloomy, haunting shadows of the school, her confidence in what she had planned to say wavered. What if he refused to talk? If he simply ignored her? Worse, what if he did talk, after all this time, only to shoot her down? It would mean either the life of Trevor, or the mauling of five-hundred innocent people.
	Taking a deep breath, she walked over to him and sat beside him with her back against the wall, leaving about a foot between them. She stretched one leg out over the floor in front of her, then bent the knee of the other and linked her fingers around it.
	“I know you can hear me,” she began, her voice sounding loud in the quiet room. She stared at the wall opposite them, not wanting to look to the child from a mix of mild guilt and apprehension. “And I know you understand me. And I know you hate me. But I need your help. Trevor, he’s in trouble. The White Wolf,” hatred and indignation glittered in her eyes and coated the name, “can’t be separated from him now. To kill the Wolf, would mean…” she took a shaky breath to steady herself at the thought, a tremble marring her next words, “would mean killing Trevor.” Izzy dared a glance to him, tilting her head toward him a fraction. “Unless I can find the real Aberration Slayer.”