Faolan could see the unease in his lover's eyes at the mention of entering the house without permission. Lucien was cautious and careful, and if the matter wasn't life and death, he wasn't exactly willing to break the law. The Irishman did not want to make him uncomfortable by pushing the matter, but he remained firm in his stance. Getting inside was the best way to get information, hands down. Lucien could go door to door, but from the sound of what the first woman had said, he doubted any others would offer more details. 

He was glad when Lucien agreed despite his misgivings. Faolan would never suggest anything that would put them in danger, and the Nephilim knew that. At Lucien's words, he simply nodded and waited outside while he went to retrieve the girl. He scanned the front of the home from afar, but couldn't make much out. He didn't smell anyone snooping around, but Lucien would have to be his eyes, he could barely see across the street.

Now that Illyana felt more present in the moment, as Ginger had snapped her out of her near-trance, she caught the muffled voices of Faolan and Lucien outside. She couldn't hear what they were talking about, but knew they had to be discussing her. Maybe they wouldn't want her anymore either...maybe they would leave her here to figure her next move out on her own. It wouldn't surprise her, given that her own parents had left her high and dry...actually worse than that. They seemed like good people, the two men who had picked her up, along with Aurel, but she knew she was a burden and she didn't want to impose on them either.

She heard the door open and immediately jumped to her feet, almost out of sheer nervousness, her body moved on its own. She fixed her eyes, which were no longer leaking tears but were red and swollen, on Lucien as he entered. Her heart pounded in her chest as he spoke, and she raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes. [color=598527]"Yes!"[/color] she almost yelled, barely waiting for the last word to leave the man's mouth before she answered.

Maybe there was something inside that could lead them to Isabella. Maybe her sister had left a clue somewhere? They had recently been playing mystery games, where Isy would leave clues for Illy to follow. It was like Hide and Seek with some extra flair. Illyana always found her twin and had tried hard not to rely on her abilities to do so, though it was hard for her to turn them off. There was some hope, at least, that she would be pointed in the right direction.