Three long days had passed since Damon fully regained his consciousness.
Inside the master bedroom, the sun shone brightly through the tall windows. Damon was sitting up in his large bed. His back was resting comfortably against a stack of pillows. He was wearing a clean, loose white shirt, unbuttoned at the top to make room for the bandages wrapped securely around his chest. He held a ledger in his hands, his eyes scanning the written reports of the estate's finances and guard rotations.
The quiet peace of the morning was suddenly broken by a firm, sharp knock on the door.
Damon did not look up from his open ledger. "Come in," he commanded, his deep voice echoing slightly in the large room.
