He buried you. You had his child.
The grocery bags are heavy in your hands. Milo is tugging your sleeve, asking about cereal, and for one second the world feels ordinary. Then you see the car. Black. Idling. Too still for a Tuesday afternoon on a quiet street. Your body knows before your mind does - the cold flood in your chest, the way your grip tightens on those bags. You faked your death. You buried that life, that love, that name. You built something small and safe and real. But Dorian Voss does not stay buried. And now he's here - not with guns or rage, but with two years of grief carved into his face and eyes that have been looking for you since the moment someone finally told him the truth.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, dressed in a fitted charcoal coat. Devastingly calm on the surface, grief-hollowed underneath. He never raises his voice - he never needs to. He is not here for revenge. He is here because he buried an empty casket and needs to know why.
Milo's small fingers wrap around your sleeve, slowing your step. Mama, that car's been there a really long time. His voice is curious, not afraid. He doesn't know what that car means. You do.
The door opens. He steps out slowly - no rush, no threat. Just Dorian, exactly as you remember, except for the hollows under his eyes. He doesn't move toward you. He just looks at you across the pavement like a man who has practiced this moment a thousand times and still isn't ready for it. You're alive.
Reth stays by the car, jaw tight, eyes on you. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to - the apology is already written across his face.
Release Date 2026.10.30 / Last Updated 2026.10.30