Semua Bab Kill Me Once More, My Love : Bab 51 - Bab 56

Dorian's POV "Four hours became three while we were sleeping," Nadia said, pulling her coat on, and Dorian was already at the door because the message had been sitting on his phone for eleven minutes while he let her finish reading it and he was not going to tell her he had been watching her read it with the specific attention of a man storing something he was afraid of losing and he was definitely not going to tell her why."Vael," he said, into his phone, walking into the corridor. "The ballroom. What does the apprentice need to set up before an assembly of forty-seven souls and how long does that setup take."Vael picked up on the first ring which meant he had also seen the message and had not slept. "Physical preparation for a collective naming takes approximately ninety minutes. Positioning, frequency alignment, the lead voice establishing the anchor resonance before participants arrive." A pause. "If she started when she sent the message she is already ninety minutes into prepa

POV: Dorian He took the document from Vael and opened it to the last page and the marginal notes were there the way they had always been there, dense and urgent in the extinct dialect, and he read the first line and stopped.It was different.Not the words — the words were the same words he had read in a car outside a stone property two hours north of a city that felt considerably further away than two hours right now — but the meaning sitting underneath the words had shifted in the way that meaning shifts when context changes everything the words were always pointing at, and he stood in the morning ballroom with the assembly settling around him and read the marginal notes from the beginning with the specific attention of a man who understood he had been reading a map without knowing the territory and was now standing in it."Dorian," Nadia said, from beside him."Give me two minutes," he said.She gave him two minutes.He could feel her giving them to him, that specific quality of Na

POV: Dorian "My name is Dorian," he said, and his voice came out steady, which was the single greatest performance of his life.She looked at him with those dark eyes that had been reading him since a corridor on the fourteenth floor and found nothing. No recognition, no soul pull, no reaching quality. Just a woman looking at a man she had never seen before trying to understand why her legs had stopped working and why his arm around her felt like something her body recognized before her mind had any opinion on the matter."Dorian," she repeated, the way you repeat a word in a foreign language to test the shape of it."Yes," he said."Where am I," she said."Vienna," he said. "You are safe. You came here for a reason and the reason is finished and I am going to take you somewhere you can sit down."She let him move her because her legs were still making their own decisions and because his arm was apparently something her body had opinions about that her mind had not been consulted on,