Victoria stared at Illyad intently as he answered her. “What about [i]after[/i] tomorrow night?”
	[b]“Alex wants to see you.”[/b]
	She exhaled and looked away. She snorted and shook her head slightly at his observed reason for her mistrust, his partial reason, and subconsciously fingered her pendant with her free hand.
	She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath at the rest of his words, at the reminder that Alex had been the one to send Illyad in the first place. And the injury he had sustained blocking the Shade from her had, it would seem, not healed as quickly as she would have thought, if it would hinder him a day later. Which was something she suspected he would have known.
	“I need to finish taking care of this,” Victoria said softly, indicating her arm. “I’ll be back.”
	Glad for the excuse to delay any further answer, she returned to the bathroom, once more locking the door behind her.