Alaric couldn't sleep and worst of all… the uncomfortable realization that Elena Vaughn understood his family far more than he wanted her to.
With a quiet curse under his breath, Alaric finally threw the blanket aside and walked out of his room.
Maybe water would help.
Or whiskey.
At this point he honestly didn't care about his recovery.
The moment he reached downstairs, however… He noticed light spilling faintly from the dining area.
Alaric frowned immediately.
At this hour? Is that Elena there?
His footsteps instinctively quieted as he slowly approached the space… and there she was.
Elena sat alone at the dining table wearing loose cream colored sleep clothes, her hair slightly messy for once instead of perfectly styled.
A laptop screen illuminated her face in the darkness while several papers remained scattered near her elbow.
Completely focused on her own work.
Completely unaware of him.
