Saved By A Siren: Spencers in Love Book One by Abigail Graves Page B

neck.
                "Not at all! We're quite enjoying it"
Offered Celine.
                "Where are your rooms, Lady Elise?"
Alastair asked as he set down his tea cup.
                "I don't really have rooms. There's just
the one downstairs that I spend most of my time in. He's referring to the rooms
I travel through and use on a daily basis. I've memorized those areas and can
find my way without assistance."
                "Then why are we in here and not in a room
you're comfortable in?" Alastair asked, looking at Gilles.
                "I wasn't sure if she wanted everyone is
her personal space. If anything is moved..." Elise interrupted him.
                "It's not my personal space. This is your
home, I don't have a claim on anything here."
                Gilles sighed and squeezed the bridge of his
nose.
                "How many times do I have to tell you that
this is your home? I live here now and it's my home too. But it's just as much
your home as it ever was. The ballroom is yours and so is the back sitting
room. The gardens are very definitely yours. What use would I have for
them?"
                "Even if I agreed, I would be more than
happy to receive your family in my sitting room, Spencer." Elise grumbled.
                "I'd like to see this room." Mirabelle
declared.
                "May we take our tea in there?" Celine
asked as she rose.
                "Of course!" Elise replied as she
stood. "If you'd be so kind as to lead me out?" She asked as reached
for Gilles.
                Once in the hall, Elise let go of his arm and
lead the way, her fingers snapping as she turned into the ballroom. She was
half way through the room before she realized that only Gilles was following
her.
                "My word! What a lovely collection!"
Mirabelle sighed as she drifted around the various pieces.
                Celine took her time moving from piece to piece.
"The light in here, it is lovely. Such an inspired use of this room."
                "Basil created this for me. He thought that
since we had no use for a ballroom, he would turn it into my own personal
gallery." She glided over to the horse and trailed her hands along it's
back.
                "That's your favorite?" Alastair asked
as he approached her.
                "Yes. I used to wonder what it would be
like to ride a horse. Spencer took me for my first ride this morning. It was
wonderful!"
                "How sweet of you, Gilles!" Mirabelle
cooed. "I never realized you had it in you to be so romantic."
                Gilles cleared his throat.
                "With the right woman, I can be very
romantic."
                "I see!"
                "Weren't we going to the sitting
room?" Gilles asked impatiently.
                Everyone agreed and Elise turned and led them
through the ballroom. Alastair came along side her, watching her walk.
                "How does the snapping help?" He
asked.
                Elise smiled. "I can feel sound as it moves
through a room. I feel when it hits objects and moves around them."
                "Remarkable."
                Elise turned into the small hallway and then
into her sitting room. She went straight to her chair and sat, curling her feet
under her.
                Alastair nodded his head as he looked around the
room.                
                "This is your room." He stated as he
stepped onto the terrace and disappeared from sight.
                Gilles sat in his chair, crossing his ankles. As
he watched his mother and sister question Elise he noticed she was more
comfortable responding to them here. It had been a mistake to have her meet
them in the other room. She was in her element