"You've been looking at Izzy in that peculiar way you have," she told me one night after tea. "I hope you're not hatching stupid ideas." What peculiar...way?" I asked."The way you used to look at me." It's my astigmatism." Haha." She gave a wry smile. "There's nothing wrong with your eyes, but your head's not been right since you let Izzy onto your knee." That's utter bullshit — and you know it." Just you watch yourself, mister. That's all I'm saying. You don't know Izzy like I do — what she can. Returning to the garage, she saw Raven had changed as well into black jeans, heavy boots and a short black leather jacket. She wheeled the bike out of the garage, closed the door and handed a helmet to Jordan. ‘Put this on, I don’t let anyone ride without one.’ ‘So you regularly take women for rides on the bike with you, Raven?’ Jordan teased. ‘No, you are the first one, Jordan. At least, the first since I moved to Shawnee. And, the first one on this bike.’ She wrapped her long hair around her. A short right caught Jorrus coming in, stopping him in his tracks for an instant. Before he could pull the dagger he was reaching for, Jewel's staff caught him alongside of his head. He stood, arms lax at his sides for an instant, then went down on his face in the dirt."Hey! What'd you have to do that for?" Sorry to spoil your fun, macho man," she answered, grinning at his protest, "but he was reaching for his knife."Neal picked Jorrus up by the collar of his tunic. Dragging him over to the. After about six months her calls dwindled to virtually nothing. I didn’t know whether to be happy at this or sad that she finally may have moved onwards herself. I missed her. Badly. I knew I couldn’t live with her as an alcoholic whose actions regularly became utterly irresponsible after heavy drinking, but I still wasn’t sure myself how I was going to live my life without her. Even as time passed, the hole in my heart never refilled and the wound refused to scab up, let alone begin to heal.