ELORA'S POV.
Three four five hours...
I waited for that long doing nothing, my anticipation magnifying, imagining all kind of things.
Could it really be Damon? Does he have a different face and body like me?
If it really was him, then he must've died in the other world. Why did he?
"One more hour." I whispered the same thing to myself for the fifth time and like that six hours passed.
He didn't show up.
What was this? A kind of trick maybe.
It was time to finally leave. I was worried about what could be going on at home by now.
Not worried for myself but worried about the people that might get hurt if my escapade was discovered.
My maids literally helped me escape from my prison. They'd be held accountable if it was found out and also the guards.
I hurried back home, climbing
