Isabella was naturally defensive. More than that, her hormones were starting to get the better of her since the attack on the school. Every single thing she felt, she felt a million times stronger than she ever remembered feeling it. The happy, the sad, the stress, and the offense. She was just trying not to be a bitch and put some wall up between her and Wyatt's brother's fiance. That wouldn't help anyone.
"A while, yes. I'm heading home as soon as the school is properly warded." Isabella snatched up her wand and summoned a knife out of the kitchen. She dropped her wand and gestured toward the knife. Then she pushed up her shirt a little and cut across her stomach. It bled for half a second before it healed itself with a blue glow. "It's definitely Wyatt's."