Damon took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. The shock of finding her there was slowly wearing off, quickly replaced by a deep, heavy wave of confusion.
"What are you doing here?" Damon asked again. His voice was slightly louder this time. He took a single step away from the table.
He looked at how incredibly relaxed she was on his thick wool blankets. She did not look like a woman who had wandered into the wrong room by mistake. She looked like she had planned this.
Damon frowned deeply. His eyebrows pulled together. "Who said you can sleep on my bed?" he demanded, trying to bring back his cold, strict tone.
Camilla did not look intimidated by his deep voice or his angry frown. In fact, she looked highly amused.
She slowly shifted her weight on the soft mattress. She uncrossed her ankles and stretched her legs out slightly. She tilted her head to the side, letting a thick lock of her beautiful red curly hair fall over her delicate shoulder.
