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I told Dorian some of my plan, but I left out the who and the why.
We made it to Vancouver in the fall. Dorian was paying for everything, and I didn’t mind one bit. We’d feasted before we left, so we had plenty of time to stake out my old house.
We stole a car from the airport and I drove us to my parent’s house. I parked across the street. And we waited.
“Zis person we’re here to see. Who are zey?”
“An enemy. They won’t be happy to see me. They might not even want to let us in.”
“So what weel we do zen?”
“We go inside anyway. It should just be one man, but if there’s a woman…just leave her be. You might have to restrain her as I…as I kill the man.”
He eyed me closely. “Zis man, does he deserve to die?”
I nodded, still looking forward. “Slowly and painfully. It’s going to tak
