With the ladies who had seen Penny wearing the dress which Damien had bought for her the couldn’t stop but be doubtful of what was going on in here. Penny wore a different dress and she had gone out in it. Why was another person wearing the dress? Grace’s eyes narrowed down to look at the slave and then the person who wore her clothes.
“Who is this fourth person?” their father asked the burning question. Damien after asking to bring and sort down the bodies had given no information but that he would be going to the Lord to let him know on it. It wasn’t uncommon for people to die. At least not in the pureblooded vampire’s house as dead knocked more than often where people didn’t know how to control their thirst for blood.
“An intruder. The person tried to corrupt the family,” while his father looked down at the person with a grave expression the ladies worried. They had heard about it from the last family who had fallen victim to it. The Carmichael’s. The news of corruption wasn’t widespread but people who belonged to the higher society while the family members working in the council, word of news was quick to find them, unlike the lower society who were left out of the whole information.
“You shouldn’t have killed him. Death is very easy to be given, Damien,” said his father as if he wished to torture the man more, “People like that deserve to taste what pain means.” Damien didn’t have so much time or rather, he had been consumed and blinded by rage after he had already got the inkling that the switcher was trying to kill his entire family while there was Penny back in the village.
He didn’t go to explain how the man came to wear the dress. Answering it would be difficult right now. The case of the switchers was highly confidential which had been under the wraps where only a few councilmen were aware of it which was countable in two hands.
“Do we have to wait for the council to take a report?” asked his father.
“That won’t be necessary. I will have the bodies taken to the Lake of bones. There are already officials at the shore,” which made his father frown. The man nodded his head.
“Has the food been thrown?” asked his step-mother, Lady Fleurance to hear one of the maids mumble no, “Why hasn’t it been thrown yet? Do you want to poison us all?” the vampiress took a step forward and Maggie was the one to cut in to speak,
“The food will need to be tested by the council. We cannot have people thinking that we are killing and throwing people’s bodies in the lake,” her voice was quiet, looking at her brother she asked him, “Are you going to put Falcon in there too?” to receive a nod.
Call it to be worried, Damien had taken Penny along with him. Putting the bodies behind in the carriage with the help of the other workers which included the man with a disfigured face. Right now no one knew about what had taken place in Quinn’s mansion. It would take a while for the other men to bring the dead from the village as it wasn’t a count of five or six but somewhere in the count of more than sixty to seventy if he wasn’t wrong.
With a quick letter, he sent it to be reached to the magistrate while another letter was sent out tohis cousin, Alexander Delcrov who he heard from Nicholas was on his way to Bonelake.
Luck was something very difficult to obtain and what happened today was bad as well as good luck as his family was safe but the safety had costed people who worked in the mansion. It wasn’t often that a vampire’s family was attacked and if it did, it was decades ago when there were disputes between the witches and vampires going on before the witches were driven away. and out of the lands such that now they hid and tried to avenge for the outcasts they were.
“Who was the person in there?” asked Penny as they took another carriage in the front, another that carried the bodies following behind them.
“A switcher,” answered Damien, his voice coming off to be distant when he turned to look outside the window where the trees in the darkness passed one after another without waiting to be seen clearly. The clouds, on the other hand, didn’t leave sight as they rode the carriage, heading towards the lake of Bones, “There is another species. Not human, not vampire or witches. I don’t think anyone of us even knows that they exist. It is only today did I found out. A creature that can morph to any person in shape, size, voice and the smallest details.”
“There were two today. One who was killed in the village and one more that’s behind,” he meant the carriage that was following them. Penny took in his words, her hands holding the edge of the seat.
“He turned to me,” she murmured in realization. That explained the dress the man wore. She didn’t know how to feel about it. For someone else to take her identity while she had been in the room full of dusty hay struggling to get out of the binds she was tied in.
“Funnily, it wasn’t once but twice,” Damien ran his hand through his midnight black hair. There was slight frustration and annoyance as he said this, “The first time we got separated with the smoke, and then this. I didn’t mean to lose you,” he sighed.
It was strange when Penny felt his emotions. The little mix of emotions like irritation, annoyance and a little anger. All this while he was able to feel her emotions, was it working the other way round now because of the mark he had placed on her? She wasn’t sure if it was her intuition or if she could really feel it.
