I couldn't sleep after the shock. I tossed and turned in bed. And I didn't even consider telling Jones about this or seeking comfort from him.
Just then, I heard some noise in the living room again. My heart tightened in fear. I was traumatized!
"Eliana, come out," Damon's deep voice commanded from outside my bedroom.
My jaw dropped. How did Damon get in?
Sure, he knew the front gate code to enter the yard, but I was certain I had locked the living room door.
I swiftly rose to open the door, and there he was, standing right outside.
"How did you get in?" The thought of a murderer sneaking into my house had spooked me, and now I was wary even of Damon.
Damon turned and made his way towards the living room. Puzzled, I trailed behind him only to find the living room door wide open, bathing the room in a silvery moonlight.
