It was Marco who said the name first.
I was coming down the back stairs three days after the terrace conversation, early, before anyone else was moving, and I heard his voice through the kitchen door in that same low and fast manner I've heard him talk before, and I stopped on the last step and listened.
"Vasile knows about the Reiss thing, Dorian. He's not going to let it go."
There was a pause, then Dorian's voice. "I know."
"If he's been watching the house—"
"I know, Marco."
"Then you know what he'll do when he runs out of patience."
There was another silence, it was long enough that it felt like he was listening for any eavesdropper, so I held my breath.
"Go home," Dorian said. "I'll handle it."
I heard footsteps move toward the door and I went back up three steps and waited u
