“Ah,” came Izzy’s laconic response to Riley’s first answer, letting him finish. [i]That makes more sense.[/i]
	She sighed heavily at his second answer. The sooner Trevor could get out of that house with his so-called family, the better. For everyone.
	The man’s last answer was not one she had expected from him, but she nodded in agreement. There was not much else they [i]could[/i] do, she supposed, and bringing what Trevor had done while under the influence of the Black Wolf would change little, if anything.
	“‘Gray’ seems to be the color of the world ninety percent of the time.” She watched Riley stand, then nodded once. “Speaking of family, though, I should probably get back to mine. I’ve been neglecting them for the past week.” She gave a sheepish smile, then glanced over her shoulder toward the vampire child’s corner.
 	Looking back to Riley, she gave him a quick farewell nod, then turned and went to where the child sat, unusual helmet and all. She knelt in front of him and bent her head in an attempt at hiding her grin at the sight.
	“Thank you for saving me last night,” she began, her expression audible in her voice for a moment before sobering. “I owe you for that. It’s good to know you don’t hate me enough to let me die.” She looked up and gave him a grateful smile, not expecting any kind of answer from him, then got to her feet and left the school.
	Though her brothers and parents often drove her insane, at the end of the day, she loved them, and they were truly her family. Izzy would not exchange that for anything. As she pedaled down the road beneath the warmth of the mid-morning sun, she could not help but feel sorry for Trevor and the family he had never gotten the chance to have.