He called her Monday morning.
Not to arrange a meeting to tell her he was coming. The same thing he had done with Stellan and for the same reason. Some conversations needed to arrive without warning because warning gave people time to construct versions of themselves that were easier to inhabit than the truth.
"I'll be there at eleven," he said.
A pause on her end. "Darian"
"Eleven, mother."
He ended the call.
She was in the Waldorf sitting room when he arrived silver haired and composed and wearing the expression she used when she was preparing for something she had decided to manage carefully.
He sat down across from her.
Looked at her for a moment.
Then said "I know about Adaomi."
The composure did not drop. But something underneath it shifted the specific movement of a person
