Alexandria sat with her head tilted upward again.
This time, however, the composure she tried to maintain felt far thinner than before. What little resolve she possessed was held together only by the knowledge that others were depending on her.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the tendril hovering in front of her. Noah hadn't released the blood yet, but the anticipation alone made each passing second feel agonizingly slow.
She tried not to think too much, but that was impossible.
Her mind kept circling back to Dog and his confidence. To her own followers watching from behind.
Alexandria swallowed quietly. She wondered if she would even be able to tell the difference when Noah's blood appeared.
Dog had described it before, but descriptions only went so far. Blood was blood. Even if Noah had changed, surely it couldn't be so different that she would know before it even touched her.
