As always, though a stuffiness hung in the air, the inside of the school was a bit cooler than the muggy outdoors. When Izzy found the child, she had to stop in her search for Riley or Trevor. She stepped inside the room to get a closer look at the new accessory he had somehow obtained. She blinked a couple times, before her lips quirked upward at the sight of him wearing it. Wondering where he had gotten it, she was about to turn to leave and resume her hunt, but Riley’s voice broke through the relative silence of the room. She turned to face him, her fingers inside her pants pockets.
	Her brows rose at his question-inducing explanation at how the child had gotten the helmet, but that was a topic that could wait. She bent her head to look to the cracked floor when he continued, her eyes narrowing slightly at his callous statement, but not because he had said it. She had thought essentially the same thing, but it sounded like he had seen the entire fight, as short as it was, despite having supposedly left.
	She took a breath, and shook her head. “Me too.” She glanced over her shoulder toward the vampire child’s corner. She had had ample time to think on the child’s curious actions from the previous night on the bike ride to the school. “If he hadn’t saved me, he would’ve gotten what he wanted in the first place. He’d have ultimately died along with me.” Her gaze settled on the child for a short moment. Perhaps he had, in some way, begun to realize he [i]wanted[/i] to live after all.
	She looked back to Riley at Trevor’s name, then sighed in relief at the news of his condition. “Can I see him? I won’t disturb him. I just… I need to see him for myself.”