Damon walked slowly down the stone corridors of the underground cellar. He climbed the steep stone stairs and finally returned to the quiet, carpeted hallways of the third floor.
The estate was completely silent. Everyone was deeply asleep.
Damon walked back to the room. He turned the brass handle as quietly as possible. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was bathed in pale, soft moonlight shining through the tall glass windows. The fire in the fireplace had burned down to a few glowing orange coals.
Damon closed the door without making a single sound. He walked slowly toward the silk-draped bed in the center of the room.
He got inside the sleeping area and found Camilla exactly where he thought she would be. She was sleeping peacefully, lying on her side, completely relaxed. Her chest was heaving with very soft, slow, steady breaths.
Damon stopped at the edge of the bed. He looked down at her.
