Tatum followed Elora into the house.

The lights were still on, but the first floor was empty-everyone had gone to bed.

The housekeeper had left the lights on for her, knowing she hadn't returned yet.

Inside, the warmth of the house surrounded her. Without hesitation, Elora slipped off Tatum's coat and handed it back to him.

He took it, then trailed behind her to the sofa. Once she sat down, he asked gently, "Would you like a bowl of sobering soup?"

Elora rubbed her temples. "Yeah, I should. If I don't, I'll have a splitting headache tomorrow."

Without another word, Tatum headed to the kitchen.

Elora leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes again.

She wasn't sure how much time passed before she heard the sound of his footsteps approaching.

fluttered open, and

matter the time or place, she always maintained her

Tatum said, placing the bowl on

Elora hummed in acknowledgment.

some rest. I'll

I'm not sleepy. I took a nap earlier, so I'm wide awake

had no

Sevyn that I'd stay until you

Elora didn't argue.

Tatum remained standing.

to stand." He complied, settling

to be so formal with me. respect capable people, and

it was the

the growing warmth she

your kindness, but I'm still your chef. I can't take advantage of your trust and become too casual

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