"I'll take the first dose now," Alistair interrupted firmly. "How much do I have to take?"
"So troublesome." Eugene rolled his eyes and took out one bottle with the number one written on it. "This time, you take one bottle a day, no more than that."
Alistair nodded and uncorked it easily, jabbing the contents of the bottle straight into his veins with the syringe in a swift, practiced motion. The bottle was bigger and the liquid more viscous, making it a slower task than usual, but the feeling of relief that flooded his body was identical.
Alistair relaxed minutely. The chances of Eugene double-crossing him were slim― after all, it wasn't as though Eugene knew that Alistair would lie to him. And even if he found out 'Daphne' was a fake, he wouldn't have had fake medication prepared beforehand.
