Illyad chuckled. "You know, you won't find her here. Even with my brother's ever so helpful little gadget. There's more than one person who wants to protect that girl." He smiled. "You came all this way for nothing."

Alex was attempting to stay cool and detached, but his anger and protective insticts were swirling inside him. He was itching to get up, to kick Nyaira out, and to release his tension. He knew he couldn't though. He knew he had to remain calm, feign disinterest, otherwise he would give away the game. He glanced at Nyaira and shrugged. "I would honestly advise against critiquing Illyad's choice of decor. He can be quite catty about it." He chuckled.