Elara's POV
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed eleven times. I remained in the guest bedroom, reading a book but not absorbing a single word. My mind kept drifting to Damien's study downstairs. I needed to ask him about that invitation.
With a sigh, I set down my book and straightened my silk pajamas. I hadn't planned to speak with him tonight, but Clara's birthday gift couldn't wait. The auction was in just a few days.
The house was quiet as I padded down the hallway. I checked on Cora first, finding her fast asleep, her small face peaceful in the glow of her nightlight. I resisted the urge to smooth her hair back from her forehead, not wanting to wake her.
I heard the front door open and close downstairs. Damien was finally home. Taking a deep breath, I descended the stairs, my bare feet silent against the plush carpet.