As Eleanor walked out, the room buzzed with a heated tension that set Lucas on edge. His senses heightened, intensifying every sound in the silence that followed. The delicate flap of the canvas, the low buzz of soldiers getting ready, and the steady thrum of his heart all contributed to his increased attentiveness.
Lucas stayed immobile, his attention fixed on the flap, anticipating Damon's next moves. The campfire's feeble illumination cast shifting shadows throughout the tent's inside, creating a ghostly show of light and shade. His mind raced with possibilities for Damon's upcoming revelations.
Damon sat across from him, a faint grin indicating his thoughts. His fingers tapped a quiet, deliberate beat on the table.
Damon sat across from him, a faint grin indicating his thoughts. His fingers tapped a quiet, steady rhythm on the table, echoing Lucas's heartbeat. Damon's glare was unwavering, a combination of shrewdness and confidence.