"As I said, I am the God of Fear. I understand fear on an instinctual level. I can sense a person's fear and then show it to them, usually to their detriment." Alexander said.

"Or I can instill fear in a being, which usually doesn't turn out well for them. Fear comes in so many vintages and flavors that one can almost identify a particular phobia by the vibrations it leaves..."

Alexander's sentence abruptly dropped off as something in Brooke's words occurred to him. Fear was an emotion. A very basic emotion.

She could sense and manipulate fear.

She was like him.

"When I entered Lanvin's this afternoon, there was a girl that nearly ran me down on the way out. I felt an undercurrent of fear in her escape, as though she'd encountered a being greater than she and been found wanting." Alexander said.

"Did you have any hand in that?" he asked neutrally.