Damon turned and looked at her but his gaze shifted to her trembling hands, he could see how anxious and scared she was. "We are at your home." He replied, his gaze still fixed on her trembling hands.
"M..m..my home?"
"Yes, your home." Came his reply as he moved his gaze to her dumbstrucked face. "This was where you lived three hundred years ago, Margaux."