A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 307

ALEXANDER

I had already made the decision before my fingers reached for the box.

There was no clean way around it.

I opened the small box and carefully removed the syringe.

The liquid inside was clear.

I kept my movements unhurried.

Roman noticed immediately.

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His posture changed–just slightly. His shoulders stiffened. His eyes dropped to the syringe, then

returned to my face.

“What is that?” he asked.

He already knew it was for him. That much was obvious. There was a flicker of worry in his

expression, restrained but present. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t protest. But he was alert now in a

different way.

“It’s a vaccine,” I said evenly. That was the only thing that came to mind.

The word was simple.

He hesitated. “What vaccine?”

His voice was careful, but there was something beneath it now. Caution. He wasn’t naive enough

to accept things blindly.

“You’ll need it,” I replied, keeping my tone calm. “For where you’ll be taken for better treatment.”

That wasn’t entirely false. If he was relocated, documentation and standard protocols would

require certain medical clearances. The explanation was practical enough.

He watched me for a moment longer.

It was clear he had more questions. I could see them forming behind his eyes. But he swallowed

them.

“Okay,” he said quietly.

He didn’t argue. Didn’t resist.

He simply stretched out his hand toward me.

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The trust in that gesture was heavier than I expected,

But just as I moved closer, he paused.

“What about Lady Faye?”

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The question caught me off guard–not because of the content, but because of the way he asked

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It wasn’t casual or strategic. It was instinctive.

He had said her name with a familiarity that didn’t match the short time he’d been here. Barely three days.

Three days.

And yet the first person he looked for wasn’t a doctor. Not reassurance about the injection. Not

even clarification about where he was being taken.

It was Faye.

I studied his face.

There was no manipulation there. No calculation. Just a quiet need for confirmation.

“She’s resting,” I said after a moment.

He searched my face briefly, as though weighing whether to ask more.

Then he nodded.

Something about it unsettled me.

How had that attachment formed so quickly?

Faye had always been compassionate. That was part of who she was. But attachment in three

days–strong enough for him to ask for her presence at a time like this.

It meant he trusted her.

That was natural. I wasn’t the one who had stayed by his bedside. I wasn’t the one who had spoken

softly to him when he drifted in and out of consciousness.

He lowered his gaze slightly and extended his arm more fully.

The gesture was deliberate now.

I administered the injection smoothly, precise and controlled. Roman barely flinched. He watched

my hands more than he felt the needle. When it was done, I withdrew it and pressed a small piece

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of gauze to his skin.

“There,” I said simply.

He gave a small nod, as if that settled it.

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“Roman,” I said quickly, my eyes scanning his face, his posture, his hands. “How are you feeling?”

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