Alexander's expression shifted from soul-crushing terror to confusion, and finally to a cold, simmering realization.
"A miracle," Alexander repeated, his voice dangerously low. "You were 'unconscious' thirty seconds ago, Nathan. And now you're cured by the mere sight of a syringe?"
Nathan swallowed hard, looking at Nael, who was still staring at him with wide, watery eyes. The plan had completely disintegrated. "I... I think his hands helped me."
"I know how you work," Alexander countered, his voice rising. He turned to Edward. "Doctor?"
Edward began packing his bag, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. "Well, his heart rate has stabilized. Whether it was the 'miracle' or the fear of a needle, he's fine now. I'll leave the 'recovery' in your hands, Alexander."
As the doctor exited, Alexander turned back to the two youngest Salazars. The "scary" aura was back, but there was a crack in it, a lingering tremor in his hand that showed just how much they had actually scared him.
