Illyad shrugged. "After tomorrow night is anyone's guess. It depends on what happens." He answered her quickly as she returned to the bathroom. She was avoiding the subject of Alex. Of course she was.
Illyad knew she must be conflicted. But he wasn't sure how to approach the subject. He knew, of course, that she could trust him. But he also knew that it was a conclusion she would have to reach on her own. He couldn't interfere. Right now he was barely managing to keep her. He didn't want to jeopardize that by breaking her trust.