Murry smiled a wide, joyful smile. "He just wants to guard her while she rests. True love is truly a beautiful thing." Murry locked the back door and finally went to his own bed, feeling very accomplished.
Damon walked completely silently down the dark hallway of the second floor. He reached the door of his private master bedroom.
He placed his hand on the brass handle. He turned it very slowly, making absolutely sure it did not click or squeak. He pushed the door open just enough to slip his large body inside. He closed the door silently behind him.
The room was lit only by the pale moonlight shining through the large glass windows.
Damon took one step into the room. Then, he completely froze.
He stared at his private, usually perfectly organized sanctuary. His jaw slowly dropped open.
"What did she do in here?" Damon asked himself in his mind. His internal voice was a mixture of absolute shock and deep, profound annoyance.
