Izzy let the collar of her jacket fall back into place. She glanced between Holden's face and the knife once more, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She looked to the shelves lining a wall at his need for proof, searching it for the span of a quick glance, but everything rested in labeled tubs, preventing her from quickly grabbing anything she could use to utilize her quick healing to prove she, too, had a supernatural connection. Trying would risk him stopping her, or running out. Instead, her gaze settled back on his knife.
	If he wanted hard proof, then he would get it. Either by her hand, or his.
	Doubting he would give her the knife freely, even if she asked nicely, she sighed, then took a deep breath as she looked him in the eye. “Then how about you give me the stupid knife before you hurt yourself with it?” She closed the space between them in a quick leap, watching Holden and the blade carefully as she reached for his wrist to try wrenching the small weapon from him, without potentially hurting him in the process.