Chapter 33 Invitations

• Elara
• That night, Alaric surprisingly came to bed before I fell asleep. I was already tucked under the covers, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm circle of light across the room as I flipped through my book.
• He loosened his tie as he entered, barely looking at me. I glanced up furtively from my book, my cheeks warming ever so slightly at the sight of his handsomely mussed hair and five o’clock shadow, then quickly averted my gaze as he strode to the wardrobe and began unbuttoning his shirt.