Chapter 35
Lucien sat on a plush leather cushion, the silence in his room stretching thin around him, as he lifted his glass, eyes sharp and unreadable.
He took a long drag of the 'Obsidian Whiskey.' A dark smoky liquid, distilled exclusively for Lycans, with a bite strong enough to numb emotions.
Just what he needed--except it wasn't working.
He couldn't help but think of the tears. He'd caught them in her eyes before she dashed out.
His fingers clutched tightly on the glass cup in his hands, jaws clenched as he fought his emotions.
Ever so often, he would find himself staring at the door for long moments, feeling the insane urge to go through those doors--to her.
He swallowed harshly, and in spite of himself, he flung the glass at the far end of the wall, and stood.
He was at the
