Damon's eyes narrowed sharply. This was going too far.
"Impossible," Damon spoke firmly. His voice carried absolute certainty.
He turned away from her and rushed toward the tall wooden chest of drawers sitting against the far wall. The Benson mansion was incredibly wealthy. His personal drawers were always fully stocked by the maids.
He grabbed the brass handles of the largest bottom drawer. He pulled it open quickly, expecting to find stacks of thick wool blankets, heavy quilts, and extra pillows.
The drawer slid open with a soft squeak.
It was completely empty. Not a single thread of wool remained.
Damon stared into the dark, empty wooden box. His jaw clenched tightly. He aggressively slammed the drawer shut.
Bang.
He moved quickly to the next piece of furniture. He walked over to his massive wardrobe where he kept his daily clothes and his military uniforms. He grabbed the two large handles and pulled both doors wide open at the same time.
