Axel sat quietly in the chair as Bell drew his blood. They had spoken very little since she came to find him after discovering his DNA in the creature.
Bell watched him carefully. He had barely reacted to the news, only letting out a tired sigh and then agreeing to have a battery of tests run on him.
“I’m sorry,” Bell whispered as she pulled the needle from his arm and placed a small bandage.
“Barely felt it,” Axel replied quietly as he rubbed his arm.
Bell smiled.
“I didn’t mean the needle,” she said.
Axel looked up at her, and she gave him a sad smile.
“Seems pretty obvious that the blood stolen from you during the convoy was used to make that thing.”
“Seems likely,” Axel nodded. “But why would you apologize for that?”
Bell sighed.
“Roman,” she said. “I’m sure he was leading the attack on that convoy.”
Axel chuckled.
“You know, Bell, you don’t have exclusive rights to being his target,” he said. “Not to mention, that attack had a pretty clear objective.”
