All the while, she could see Elijah in the wings, wearing a well-tailored suit rather than a scruffy tee. His hair was still a wavy mess, though. And his green eyes and his powerful mind scanned the crowd for danger. Maybe he would find it later tonight, when they investigated what the Res had done. But for now, she could imagine the comparatively innocent thoughts he read from the audience. Awe at the stylish Vegas stage. Appreciation for her costume, or lack of it. Wonder at her gravity-defying illusions. How did she do that?