The silence that had settled between them stretched long, broken only by the faint scratching of the rat's claws against the glass box. Logan finally placed the container back onto the table with a careful weight, his thick fingers leaving faint smudges on the transparent surface. His crimson eyes narrowed, not with anger this time, but with a mix of hesitation and reluctant admiration.
"So," Logan's voice carried a heavy timbre as it broke the silence, "this… is the effect of your potion?"
It was a question too simple, too obvious, for a man of his professional stature to be asking. Logan knew it, Kaidren knew it. The answer was already there before his eyes: a violet rat, previously brimming with unnatural vitality, now lay twitching weakly inside its glass prison, its drool pooling at the edges, its chest rising and falling in shallow stutters.
