Camilla walked down the long, carpeted corridor until she reached the door of the master bedroom. She gently turned the brass handle, opened the door, and stepped inside.
A single small oil lamp burned on the nightstand, casting a soft golden glow over the large room. On the central canopy bed, Damon lay still, his chest rising and falling in a slow, silent rhythm.
Camilla looked at him for a brief second before shutting the door quietly. She did not want to disturb him.
She walked across the room into the large private washroom attached to the suite.
Inside, a large copper bathtub sat near the center of the floor. The servants had prepared a full tub of water earlier in the evening, expecting her return. By now, the water was cold.
Camilla stood in the dim washroom. She unclasped her cloak and let it drop onto the floor. Next, she unbuckled the leather dagger sheaths from her legs, setting them down on a stool near the tub.
