Even as her teeth began to chatter, her heart continued to beat with a desperate, painful longing for the man she had left inside the warm house.
Minutes passed slowly. Camilla stood alone in the dark, freezing courtyard, fighting a losing battle against her own awakened emotions.
Suddenly, the sound of boots running quickly across the stone pavement broke through the loud howling of the wind.
Camilla slowly opened her eyes. She turned her head.
Through the pouring rain, a huge dark figure was rushing toward her.
It was Damon.
He had seen her from the study window. He had sprinted out of the mansion, ignoring the storm to reach her.
Damon closed the distance between them in a few huge strides. He stopped right in front of her.
He was holding his military coat tightly in his large hands. His dark brown eyes were wide with panic and terrifying worry.
He looked at her shaking, freezing body. He looked at her bare feet and her soaked hair.
