A pattern he couldn't quite understand.
And Alaric hated not understanding things.
Opening his gallery, he looked at the photographs he had secretly taken.
Three images.
Each showing different medication bottles.
The labels were partially visible.
Not enough for him to understand what they were for.
But enough to identify them later.
His thumb hovered over the screen.
For a brief second, guilt flickered through him.
What Clara had attempted downstairs with Elena's phone had infuriated her.
And now here he was.
Doing his own version of the same thing.
The realization made him grimace.
Yet he didn't delete the photographs.
Instead, he zoomed in on one of the labels.
His jaw tightened.
"What exactly are you hiding, Elena?"
The question came out quieter than intended.
Because increasingly, he wasn't looking for ammunition anymore.
At least not entirely.
If this had been a week ago, he would have been thrilled to uncover something he could use against her.
