“Come in.” The soft hesitant voice was barely audible to Sabrina. She entered the room, unsure of what she would find inside.
Alexandra DiMera Cassadine stood at the head of the enormous hand-carved bed she shared with her husband, Prince Stavros. She did not shrink from Sabrina's frankly assessing gaze, but instead met the other woman's eyes calmly.
“There's only me here,” Alexandra said. She had not missed the way Sabrina's eyes darted about the room in search of Stavros.
Sabrina wordlessly extended the brown bag her sister-in-law's direction. Alexandra was forced to abandon her place beside the sturdy bedpost and walk to where Sabrina stood waiting.
Just as she suspected, Alexandra's movements were careful and deliberate. Sabrina examined the newest Cassadine bride with a doctor's critical eye.
Alexandra took the bag and turned away. She slowly made her way to the bathroom. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“Thank you?” Sabrina's voice dripped with disbelief. “That's all? Thank you?”
“What more do you want?”
Sabrina had promised herself to remain silent, but Alexandra's refusal to even acknowledge that something had happened with Stavros provoked the young doctor to anger. “Some kind of emotion, for a start! You should be screaming for my brother's blood at the top of your lungs! Surely you aren't the kind of woman who believes that as your husband he had a right to do whatever he did to you?”
Alexandra stared at the irate woman for a long time before she responded. “If you are so certain that Stavros did something to me,” she asked, “then why aren't you screaming for his blood at the top of your lungs? You know him far better than I do. You know what he's capable of.”
The words hit home with Sabrina, just as Alexandra intended. “You know, in the short time I have been a part of this family, I have watched you all interact. Everything I've seen has convinced me that my husband's deeds – real or imagined – will never go any further than within the family. It is what you all do. It is who you all are.” Alexandra saw Sabrina's expression grow shuttered. “So if you really want to batter me with all your righteous indignation about how I should be handling this situation, maybe you should take a look at yourself first.”