Victoria’s brows raised slightly at Illyad’s last comment. She stored the bit of information that warlocks were, apparently, immortal away with the rest of the little she knew about supernaturals.
	“Great,” she said dully, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “Add [i]that[/i] to the ‘To Do’ list before tomorrow night. What do you need to contact them? How long...” She looked to the front door. “How long do you think until [i]she[/i] comes back?”
	She stared at the door through any answer she may gain, only half-listening. All this trouble because of her. Whenever it fell quiet or, at the very least, a pause ensued, she returned her head to her hands.
	“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with the apology. “For bringing this on you,” she elaborated. “You should be out there worrying about saving the city, not...” she let the statement trail off with a heavy sigh.