Eliana's curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself sneaking glances at Damon whenever she could. She tried to catch him off guard, to see if she could glimpse the person she had seen in the garden.
But Damon seemed to be back to his old self, cold and distant. Eliana began to wonder if she had imagined the whole thing.
One day, while walking down a corridor, Eliana stumbled upon a door she had never seen before. It was slightly ajar, and she could hear a faint noise coming from inside.
Her curiosity piqued, Eliana pushed the door open and slipped inside. She found herself in a dimly lit room, filled with strange and wondrous objects.
And there, in the center of the room, stood Damon. He was surrounded by candles, his eyes closed, and his hands raised to the sky.
Eliana gasped, startled. What was Damon doing? And what was this place?
Damon's eyes snapped open, and he turned to face her. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.
Eliana stepped forward, her heart racing with anticipation. But before she could reach Damon's side, he raised his hand, his eyes flashing with warning.
"Leave now, Eliana," he commanded, his voice low and urgent.
Eliana hesitated, feeling a surge of disappointment. But Damon's expression was unyielding, and she knew better than to disobey him.
With a sigh, she turned and left the room, the door creaking shut behind her. She stood in the corridor, wondering what secrets Damon was hiding, and why he had sent her away.
Eliana's mind was racing with questions and theories as she walked back to her room. What was Damon doing in that strange room? And why did he send her away?
She felt a sense of frustration and curiosity, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something important.