Extended Epilogue
“The wait is unbearable,” Lucien said, shaking his head as he handed Dorian a drink. “Believe me, I remember.”
Dorian took the drink gratefully and immediately knocked it back, swallowing the strong brown liquor in one go. It burned, making his eyes water, but the burn was nice: it was a momentary distraction from the anxiety that was currently filling up every inch of him.