Alex held the packet out, toward Victoria. "Would you like one?" He asked, smiling at her. He wasn't sure how to move the conversation forward, so he decided to do what he did best when it came to Victoria. Avoid discussing the awkward topics. He'd been avoiding telling her certain things for almost as long as he'd known her, it wasn't likely to stop any time soon.

Meanwhile, Illyad was sat in his chair in the living room, or, more appropriately, was hovering just above it. His eyes were closed and he was breathing steadily. He was focused on his brother. He knew he had a hand in this, and he had to find out just how much he was doing. He refused to believe that Jevan had no hand in the discovery of Victoria.