It was a simple sentence but it left Isaac pale, folding his arms tight over his chest with a creak of leather. For a moment there was something more in his eyes than nerves and false bravado. There was a flash of anger.

"Story of my life," he muttered, thinking of all he'd faced recently because Derek thought information was a four letter word. "Both the lack of answers and the getting into trouble thing."

But this was more than he'd learned after the kanima and what else was out there going bump in the night. This was something more, something he could cherish and use.

Something more that made his eyes go wide.

"Whoa. Dude. Damn. Well, you're less creepy than the other back from the dead guy I know." He considered what he just said. "Which isn't insulting you but him. I mean, if your goal is to be creepy or something."