Elara's expression shifted the moment she turned back to the samples, her eyes narrowing with sharp, laser-focused intensity. Everything else around her faded into static. Her entire world now revolved around the contents of those syringes.
Her fingers danced over them with surgical precision, plucking three specific samples from the crate.
"One enhancer… one suppressant… and this," she murmured, holding up the last syringe with a grin that bordered on manic, "This must be that TEMP Z I've heard so much about."
There was a glimmer in her eyes that rivalled the one she'd worn while staring at Kai earlier, and for a second, it was hard to tell which fascinated her more - the blood demon or the mutant drugs.
Elara didn't care about the sigils stamped on the side of each syringe, nor did she ask how they'd got their hands on them. Whether they stole them, bartered them, or ripped them from a corpse made no difference to her.
All that mattered… was what was inside.
