Izzy gave a frustrated sigh, her lips pulling to one side as instead of addressing the topic she had been going for, he brought up Trevor’s guardians.
	“No, I didn’t know that,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ve been [i]here[/i] for the past week!”
	She gave a look that said, ‘Figures,’ at Trevor’s guardians knowing nothing about him. Her eyes narrowed at the look Riley gave her regarding the topic.
	[i]Is there [u]anything[/u] this guy doesn’t know or hasn’t spied on?[/i] she wondered, listening to the tale he had to tell. Her grip on the sword’s pummel tightened in anger when he brought up what Trevor’s dad had done, the emotion only increasing at his emphasis of the matter.
	She returned his gaze impatiently at his question, but her brows furrowed when she noticed the new emotion swimming in his eyes. Whatever it was, it unnerved her enough to push aside her irritation for few short seconds.
	Her nose rose in disgust, first at the part of the story Trevor had left out about his guardian, then at Riley’s opinion of the forgiveness Trevor had shown. But then, what the Wolf had said to her crossed her mind. She looked down and to the side, biting her bottom lip. If the Wolf had told the truth, then it had been far from real forgiveness.
	Izzy looked back to Riley at the mention of changelings.
	“Yeah,” she nodded slowly. "That has to do with faeries usually, right? They sneak in, take a human baby, and swap it with one of their own.” She paused and took a breath. “The Wolf and I had a little [i]chat[/i] a few days back. It said Trevor doesn’t have any of the dark parts most people have. But…” She hesitated, shifting her weight. “He doesn’t have the good, either. To him, it’s all just what you’re [i]supposed[/i] to do.”
	She looked down to the grand sword. “You don’t think…” she paused, her voice growing quiet. “He [i]couldn’t[/i] be an aberration himself, could he?"