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.

eyes fluttered open, and she

or place, she always maintained her

ready," Tatum said, placing the bowl on

Elora hummed in acknowledgment.

go get some rest. I'll drink it in

I took a nap earlier, so

no intention

Sevyn that I'd stay until you were

Elora didn't argue.

Tatum remained standing.

stand." He complied, settling into a seat

servant. There's no need to be

it was the alcohol

maybe she was finally acknowledging the

kindness, but I'm still your

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