ANMELDENChapter 156I found Dorian in the garden after Kane left.He was standing near the hedgerow on the east side, not doing anything in particular. Just standing in the morning light with his hands in his pockets, looking at the estate grounds with the specific quality of someone trying to understand a place they'd arrived at after a very long journey.I walked out to him.He heard me coming and turned, and the careful hope in his expression when he saw it was me, not Dante, not Matthias, just me choosing to come find him, was something I had to look at directly and let be what it was."Walk with me," I said.Neither of us spoke for a few minutes.The grounds were quiet in the morning way they were quiet, staff moving in the distance, the perimeter lights still on from the night, the gardening crew not yet arrived. I walked at a pace that wasn't rushing anywhere and Dorian matched it, and I thought about what I wanted to say and how to say it honestly without saying it unkindly.There was
Chapter 155Kane arrived the following morning.Not because we'd called him urgently, Matthias had sent a message the previous evening, measured and factual, that Dorian Voss had appeared at the estate gates and was now inside. Kane had read it, apparently, while eating breakfast in the northern territory house he used when he was in the region, and had driven down without being asked.That was Kane.He came in through the main entrance at nine, declined coffee, and stood in the sitting room looking at Dorian Voss with the particular quality of a man running a piece of information against a long-held file.Dorian looked back at him steadily."I know your name," Kane said finally."I know yours," Dorian said."Not from anything recent," Kane said. "From twenty years ago. The circle your wife was part of. The founding bloodline research." He tilted his head slightly. "You were the one who was supposed to be at the meeting the night the fire happened.""Yes," Dorian said. Quietly."But y
Chapter 154Dorian stayed for dinner.Not planned, it happened the way things happened when a conversation had more in it than one sitting could hold gradually, without announcement, the afternoon becoming evening and nobody suggesting he leave because the things still unsaid outnumbered the things that had been said.My mother had left food at the secondary property for my father. Matthias's kitchen had enough for three more. Dante ate standing in the corridor, which was simply how Dante ate at events he hadn't planned for.We sat at the kitchen table.Dorian and Matthias had not spoken directly yet. They had occupied the same room for two hours with me between them and had managed it with the particular careful respect of two men who understood they were important to the same person in entirely different ways and were still working out what that meant.Over food, that changed."Cassius," Matthias said.Not preamble. Just the name, placed in the space between them like something to b
Chapter 153We went to the small sitting room off the main entrance.Not Matthias's office that felt too formal, too much like a meeting with stakes being managed. Not the library, which was mine in a way I wasn't ready to share yet. The small sitting room had chairs that faced each other and a window that looked out onto the garden and nothing on the walls that meant anything to anyone.Neutral ground.Dorian sat across from me.Matthias took the chair to my left, slightly back from the conversation, present without inserting himself. I had asked him to stay and he had said yes without asking why, which was one of the thousand small ways he had learned how to love me correctly.Dante was outside the door."Start from the night of the fire," I said.No preamble. No small talk. I had spent two lifetimes learning that preamble was usually fear of the main thing, and I was done being afraid of information that belonged to me.Dorian looked at his hands for a moment.Then he looked at me.
Chapter 152We stood on the same side of the gate.Neither of us moved immediately. The evening air was cool and the estate lights were beginning to come on along the perimeter path and somewhere behind me Matthias was a steady, quiet presence, and none of that was what I was aware of most.What I was aware of most was his eyes.I had been trying, since the moment he stepped through the gate, to locate the familiarity I felt when I looked at him. It wasn't his hair, turned mostly silver now, or the line of his jaw, or the careful way he held his shoulders. It wasn't anything I could point to as a specific physical feature.It was the eyes.Not their colour. Not their shape. Something in the quality of them. The particular way they received what they were looking at fully, carefully, with the patience of someone who had learned that looking properly the first time mattered because you might not get a second chance.I looked at people that way.I had always looked at people that way. I
Chapter 151The note was still in Matthias's hand when I stood up.He hadn't put it down. I noticed that, the way he was holding it not as something to be filed or acted on but as something he was still deciding how to give me. Like he understood that the piece of paper wasn't operational intelligence. It was personal. And personal things needed to be handed over differently."Dorian Voss," I said again, out loud, to hear what it sounded like in the room."Yes," Matthias said.I looked at the window. At the late afternoon light coming through it, ordinary and unhurried, entirely indifferent to what was happening inside."He's still at the gate," I said."Dante confirmed two minutes ago. He hasn't moved. Hasn't asked again." Matthias held my gaze. "Just waiting."I thought about patience. About what it took to stand at someone else's iron gate for forty minutes without demanding anything. Without pushing. Just standing on the other side of the bars and waiting to be let in or turned aw
Chapter 57The building sat at the end of a dead street with its windows boarded and its sign gone and nothing to distinguish it from the other empty industrial spaces on that block except the black car parked outside and the two men Dante had left at the entrance.Matthias walked in without slowi
Chapter 56He said the word quietly.That was the thing about Matthias when something had been decided. He didn't announce it. Didn't raise his voice. Just said the word and the air in the room reorganised itself around it.*Enough.*And then he was moving.---We didn't go back upstairs. He turned
Chapter 55I should have known she wouldn't let it go.We were halfway down the corridor when her voice followed us. Not loud. Not desperate. Just precisely calibrated to reach us without appearing to chase."Matthias."He stopped.Slowly. Like the decision to stop was entirely his and had nothing
Chapter 54The building didn't announce itself.That was the first thing I noticed. No elaborate signage at the entrance, no gold lettering or dramatic facade. Just glass and steel rising thirty floors above the street, clean and severe and completely sure of itself in the way that things were when







