Dorian remained alone. There were no dates, no attempts at friendship. He couldn't. He didn't dare. No one knew or understand the whys. And that was all well and good. He wanted it that way. He didn't want anyone in his life that would end up killed. Dorian hadn't received any threats or unwanted visits from Kade or anyone else in the past few months, so business went along as usual. When he dealt with a big case such as this, he did take in a few smaller cases to make the time go by quicker. There was only so much time spent in proceedings and he didn't have a life outside of his work. Sure, Dorian liked to go on drives, and he enjoyed visiting some clubs, but lately he hadn't even done either.<br/><br/>In fact, now that he had a new interior design, it was rather more enjoyable to sit at home. He had even purchased a kindle and started to read, something that he hadn't previously really enjoyed doing. The earthy tones relaxed instead of suffocated him. He had classical music on in the background, and the days that followed fell into a casual rhythm. Though nothing could stop the fact that he still thought about Kade. That infuriating man. His neck still prickled in memory of his biting him. He never retained full memory of his draining his blood. The day that he'd been ill seemed like a fluke if anything.<br/><br/>He didn't expect Kade to break into his house again. He'd gotten back into his schedule flawlessly, and it was just past midnight. He was passed out in bed. The AC was on high, even for winter. He liked it frigid cold because he could burrow in blankets. They provided what little comfort they could, with their thickness and warmth. He had on silk pajamas. The bedding and the pajamas weren't greyscale anymore. In fact the pajamas were sapphire blue with small silver designs, and the bedding was in sea colors that contrasted neatly with the living room. He didn't see or hear Kade enter his room. He'd been on his side, sleeping soundly, when the bed dipped with the unmistakable weight of an intruder.<br/><br/>His heart lurched and he tried to sit upright, flinging out his arm. His gun hadn't moved, so he was helpless. But it was pretty damn hard to get into his place. Not impossible, but hard. He caught the glint of white hair in the dimly lit room, and the pale near colorlessness of his intruder's eyes. "What...what...the fuck. How the hell did you get in here!" He yelled, reaching to grab the heaviest object he could reach for to smash into Kade's head.