Damien traced Eloise's rings with his finger. "Are you sitting with me now because you'll be busy with Iris for the rest of the day?"
Eloise flashed a guilty smile. "I am. There is so much for us to speak about, and I must send someone to search for Reece. Do you not think it strange that, since the fire, he has not come to us? I cannot believe he would have run away with his mother without finding Iris first."
Damien found it odd as well. "Hopefully, she didn't run off with all the money, leaving him with nothing, and now he is chasing after her. If he were wise, he wouldn't have spoken of the money to his mother. I'm certain that, if she knew of it, she would already be scheming."
Eloise twisted the fabric of her dress, worried that Reece had found himself in danger. "I hate to think she was the one who burned the house. They could have sold it."
"Unless it was no longer in her name," Damien mused. "Your uncle wasn't a very wise man."
