I looked at him for a long moment, then I turned and went upstairs.
My mother took the news better than I expected, which meant she took it the way she took everything Dorian said, with complete trust and without questions, the absolute faith of a woman who had decided this man was safe and reorganised her entire understanding of reality around that decision.
"He said there's a problem with the security system," I told her, because that's what Dorian had told me to say, standing in her doorway while she pulled a weekend bag from the wardrobe.
"He mentioned something about upgrades," she said cheerfully, folding a cardigan.
I stood in her doorway and watched her pack and thought about Vasile's voice on the phone — I've seen the girl — and thought about what it meant that he'd called me
