Home. Trevor was home, which made it impossible for Izzy to check in on him without waking him, or meeting his unsavory guardians if they were home, if not both. When Riley continued, she glanced to the floor, anticipating how he would finish the sentence, but she looked back to him with a puzzled look. Before she could open her mouth to ask, he elaborated.
	Izzy nodded in understanding at his explanation.
	“You [i]collect[/i] aberrations?” she interrupted, her brows furrowing in curiosity. For a moment, she could not help but wonder if she and the vampire child were apart of his ‘collection.’
	When he finished speaking, she swallowed and glanced away.
 	“I’m glad he doesn’t remember any of it,” she began. [i]Wish [u]I[/u] could forget what happened,[/i] she added silently, draping her hands around her midsection. She bit her lower lip for a short moment, then continued. “But that part of him that [i]wanted[/i] the White Wolf to stay is still in there, isn’t it? The part that wanted to hurt people.”
	Izzy took a slow breath. He was the last person she would have imagined wanting to inflict suffering on others, but here they were all because he had welcomed the White Wolf with open arms. Trevor was far from the person she had thought he was, from who he appeared to be through the little window peering into the room he wanted everyone to see.
	“What am I supposed to [i]do[/i] with that?” She finished softly.