When he finished, Izzy stared at Holden for a long moment in silence, a mix of understanding and pity in her eyes. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other in debate. She glanced once more between Holden’s gaze and his small weapon, before she settled on him.
	“Look. I get that it’s hard to believe, but…” She took a deep breath of her own and slowly reached up. She gripped the collar of her jacket, its sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She pulled it down to reveal the bite marks ever at the base of her neck, her gaze never leaving his, watching for his reaction. “I know [i]exactly[/i] what it’s like to be effected by the supernatural. And I might have a way to help you with your problem.”