C409 WAITING FOR THE MOON

"He has been here the whole time, hasn't he?" Aria’s voice was a mere thread of sound, barely audible over the rush of wind outside.

Damon didn't look back. He stood like a pillar of carved stone in the center of the nursery, his large hands resting on the handles of the heavy doors. The air in the room was humming with a low, vibrating energy that made the floorboards groan. Beside him