A full-blown smile came to form on Penelope’s lips, “Really?” she asked Lord Alexander who gave her a small nod. She then looked at Damien, “Why would you do that to me?” she glared at him a little bit before going to smile back again. Standing up, she walked to one of the closest reflections she could see of her and looked at her eyes.
Her eyes were back! She no more looked like a black witch.
While Penelope was still trying to look at her eyes over and over again making sure she wasn’t dreaming it, Alexander turned back to look at Damien who smiled looking at Penny,
“How did the lesson go?”
“It was lovely. I am thinking of doing it every three to four times in a week. Never have I enjoyed someone’s company this much,” he acknowledged loud enough for only Lord Alexander to hear it, “What was it about the marriage you were talking about?” he finally tore his eyes away from his girl to look at his cousin.
“There might be a possibility that we are related,” Alexander’s words had Damien’s eyes lift up in curiosity.
“Because of Aunt Isabelle and her brother? You think it is one of the brother’s offsprings?”
“It is possible don’t you think so?” Alexander asked by the time where Penelope came to sit back next to Damien, happy that the slits in her eyes had lasted for a day and not more than that, “What do you remember about your father?”
“Just the time of when they were taking shelter near the bank of the forest which isn’t too far from the village my mother and I used to live,” Penny could feel the sourness in her tongue when she called her mother ‘mother’.
“What else?” asked Lord Alexander and Penny shook her head. That was all she knew about him.
“Her mother erased her memory,” Damien filled his cousin in when Penny shook her head.
“But I am getting them slowly. Little by little,” Penny added.
“I see,” Lord Alexander didn’t press on the matter to learn more about what happened, “That’s alright. For now, the black blood has been put to sleep. We need to make sure it doesn’t reappear or try to force the transformation to complete. If what my mother said is right regarding the blood of their own to be able to read it, then I would say the chances of you and I being distant cousins is very possible.”
Wow, thought Penny to herself.
“Right now all we have is a bunch of assumptions. We don’t know when and who got married and how many children of offsprings came here on the lands. Or if there was none, to begin with. Let’s not dwell too much on it and look at it only when we have scarce time,” said Alexander to Penny, offering her the faintest smile which made her wonder if the man knew how to smile at all. He carried a serious expression and it was very rare to have him smiling at anything at all. Mr. Elliot must have stolen all his qualities to smile, thought Penny to herself.
“In the meantime, we will do what we can do. To decipher everything that is in here and know if it is worth to be saved or if it needs to be burnt down like the books that went up in flames. Your mother might put you up again for the massacre as you are a white witch so it would be better that you don’t go hunting for her and let her approach you instead.”
“I wouldn’t go looking for her,” Penny gave him an awkward smile.
“Says the one who followed her mother back in Woville,” Damien reminded her and she replied to him and Alexander,
“I won’t do that again, not knowing that she wants me dead. I do wish to live and not kill Damien along with me,” she gave her word to Alexander. His eyes strained on her where he didn’t say anything. The man was obviously protective of his cousin and she was an outsider unless she was really related to him so it was understandable that Lord Alexander had only his best interests when it came to Damien.
Alexander was curious about why her mother had not killed her when she was in reach. Black witches were known for their merciless and selfish nature, where they didn’t care about others’ feelings. All they cared about was themselves, and to think that the woman had let her live this long unless it was for her own means to blend in the social norms. Not wanting to be nosey over it, he spoke to Damien,
“I have sent the letter to the magistrate who will help you in creating the books of the moon signs. Make sure you leave out the important details and pick only a few things. Something intriguing which shall be useless,” he looked at both of them who sat in front of him.
When they were leaving the room, Penny’s footsteps slowed down to match with Alexanders,
“Lord Alexander,” Penny called for him to look at her, “If I do end up being your distant relative, does that mean the potions and the spells won’t have any effect on me too?”
“Maybe. There might be a chance though that you will still react to it differently. We might have one of our parents as white witches but the other one I have is a pureblooded vampire and in your case, it is a black witch. As we are dealing with the potions, the chances of the black witch in you getting affected is higher than me,” he answered her question.
Penny went back to the room, leaving Damien and Alexander talking in the hall regarding a case for the council. Opening the door of the room, she was only about to step in when she caught a shadow behind the white thin curtain near the patio.
The figure looked similar to what she had seen during the time in the church. Gulping softly, she took a step forward and then the next one that followed. Her hand raised to reach the curtain where she could still the shadow behind the curtain. When she pulled it away, there was nothing there.
