Chapter 42 Fourty-two

• Dorian's POV
• In my dreams, I found myself standing in an endless expanse of silver light. The air shimmered like starlight, and the ground beneath me was smooth and cold, as though made of polished moonstone.
• Amelia stood before me, an apparition of a figure and so sad with unshed emotions brimming in her eyes. Her fingers brushed my cheek; I felt the same warmth I felt the last time she touched me. "Dorian," she said, soft yet audible. "Why do this?"