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When I step back inside, Damon is waiting for me by the door, his expression unreadable. "Ready?" he asks. I nod. "Yeah. Let's go."We head back to the drawing room, only to find Beatrice and Archer in the middle of some sort of argument. Although, the moment we enter, they step away, stopping whatever their little tiff was about.Archer is the first to put on a smile and welcome us back. “So, ready for dinner? Trust me, I am. I’m kind of starving.”In the dining room, the tension between Archer and Beatrice continues—and it’s even more obvious now. They sit as far apart as possible. Beatrice takes the head of the table, while Archer sits at the opposite end. They don’t even look at each other, and when they do, it’s only to glare or roll their eyes.I’ll be honest—I’ve never seen Archer act like this. He’s never been the type to openly show disagreement or dislike. If anything, he’s always been the one to smooth things over. The one to tell everyone to calm down and take a walk. Th

[Elara]When Damon finally drops me back at my place, I have nothing left to say to him.I feel so exhausted all of a sudden, I can’t even pretend to hold a conversation. And he knows it too."Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" he asks again, for the third time. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he doesn't want to leave.But I can't let him stay.I need to be alone. To process everything that happened tonight.Everything he said. Everything I heard. Everything I still don’t know what to make of."I'm fine, really," I say, giving him a tired smile. "I just need some rest."He hesitates, his hand still on the door like he’s waiting for me to change my mind. When I don’t, he finally nods."Alright. But if you need anything—anything at all—call me. I'll be here.""Thank you, Damon."I don't wait for him to respond.I just step inside and close the door gently behind me, leaning against it for a moment, my eyes closing as I let out a slow breath.And then, for the first time si

[Griffin]“This is honestly too much,” Elara whines for what must be the hundredth time, but I still ignore her. “Please, pack that. And that one. In fact, do one thing—pack everything from this designer in her size.”The store manager nods and walks away to relay the orders, while Elara lets out a heavy breath.“I swear to God, if I step into another store after this one, I’m going to kill you.”I can’t help but laugh. “What’s the harm? We’re just shopping.”“Shopping and looting are two very different things, Griffin. You know that, right?”I roll my eyes. “I’m just making sure my wife has everything she needs. What’s wrong with that?”She gives me a look. “My needs don’t include fifty bags of clothes, shoes, and jewelry that I’ll never wear.”“You never know,” I reply, smirking. “Maybe you’ll change your mind.”“Unlikely,” she mutters, but there’s no real heat in her voice—just exasperation, which I find amusing.I reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You know,