Unsure which was worse, the temporary thought that all supernaturals could read minds, or just a few like the man she stood in the kitchen with. Victoria hid her frown with another, long sip of tea.  She nearly choked on it when Illyad mentioned other “psychic abilities.”
	Victoria stared at him a long moment despite the hair prickling on the back of her neck at knowing what he is. She could barely stand the [i]ability[/i] she had. The last thing she wanted was to add another one to that. 
	“I’ll... think about it,” she said slowly, stiffly. She looked to Alex, eagerly changing the subject. “What do we need, then, to keep an eye on everything?”