Later that night, the Benson mansion was completely silent. The only light in the master bedroom was the pale, silver moonlight shining through the large glass windows.
Damon had taken his bath quickly in the washroom. The cool water helped clear his mind, but his thoughts were still racing. He walked back into the bedroom and climbed onto the large, soft wooden bed. He pulled the thick wool blankets over his broad chest.
He closed his eyes, but he did not go to sleep.
He lay perfectly still, breathing in a slow, deep, steady rhythm. His military training allowed him to mimic the exact sounds of a deeply sleeping man. He was waiting. He knew Camilla was hiding something under the bed, and he wanted to see exactly what she would do when she thought it was safe.
In some minutes, the quiet room shifted slightly.
Down on the floor, lying on her makeshift bed of blankets, Camilla slowly opened her eyes.
