Dorian frowned.

Basil, too? How did he... Who is this other person!? Why were they telling all his secrets to this bloke?

He was wanting to go in and ask, but the unease in his heart stopped him. He felt like the darkness within his chest was preparing to swallow him whole, robbing him of his voice and movement for the time being.

There was no easy way out, now. Dorian was unarmed, and there were no palette knives within reach. He is being forced to confront or flee.