“Yes, I didn’t forget but to let me be stranded and twist your words how you wanted, don’t you think it is a little more than a foul?” she glared at him. If she could, she would have burned Damien with just her gaze for the humiliation she was feeling right now.
Damien tched at her words. Shaking his head in disappointment, “Don’t turn it around me. You are a councilwoman and should be wise enough to know what you are getting into when it comes to the deals you make. I upheld my side of the deal of what you wanted from me,” he smiled, looking at Mr. Prescley who was waiting for her, “Speaking about foul play, don’t you think you are trying too hard when I have been clear enough to let you in that I have no interest in you.”
“You could have refused it instead of bringing me here to only send with this damn old man,” Evelyn spoke through her gritted teeth.
“Would you have let it go, if I were to refuse your deal. Trying to trap me for something so silly,” the smile that was on his face fell down, sending a sharp glare back at her, “Don’t test me, Evelyn. Drop your persuasion while I still have patience when it comes to you. You know what will happen if you don’t listen to me, don’t you? Enjoy your play with him.”
Evelyn didn’t say anything and returned back to Mr. Prescley, turning to give him a look before she made her way with the man, getting inside the theater doors.
Walking back towards the carriage, he heard his coachman ask,
“Where do we go next, Master Damien?”
With one foot on the stand of the carriage, “Take me the town next to the mansion. I have something to pick from there.”
Penelope sat on the bed with the book of spells that laid open in front of her. It was Lady Isabelle’s book on the creation of charm stones. She had come to know finally why the red stones couldn’t be achieved by the people in the church. The stones which were made in the church were not natural stones but one which was synthetic and not a hundred percent efficient to what they were created.
She stepped out of the mansion that noon, occupying her mind than thinking about what Damien and that councilwoman might be doing right now in the theater. Enjoying themselves. Her jaw clenched together at the thought of it. Picking everything that she would need, she even picked up the fur of the cat, Areo as one of the ingrident’s replacements. Going to the butler, she asked him for the freshly cut out blood of an animal and Martin cut the lamb which was going to be cooked for tonight’s meal.
Taking everything along with the book with her to the study room, she saw Alexander who was working at his desk. Bowing at him, she made her way through the rack of books to go to the room of potions and books. Walking in, she placed the book on the slab of the center table in the room. Starting to heat up a cauldron while walking to the potions, picking them one after another. Smelling them to either carry or to place them back from where she had picked them.
Once she was done picking everything up, she started to add them one after another. Chanting spells that were written in the witch’s language. Mixing everything up, she looked at the colorless liquid like water in the cauldron. She added the blood of the lamb but the red blood that touched the surface of the liquid turned to colorless with not a hint of the blood in it. Somewhere Penny was worried, her ability to purify liquids was something similar that it didn’t matter what she touched at times as it could be turned to clean pure water regardless of what it was previously.
The liquid continued to boil in its own heating temperature before she turned off the fire and placed the cauldron in a vessel of cold water as she had put the snow in it for cooling purposes. When the church had tried it every time, the people there had been unsuccessful in creating the red charm stone. It was a stone that not only protected the soul from the harm of the black witches but it was a sign of protection of love. It could deflect the nature of the witches.
It was told in the past on how pureblooded vampires got their stones made just so that the witches could not manipulate them.
Taking the knife in her hand, Penny pricked her finger with the sharp tip of the knife for drops of blood to start falling down on the surface of the cauldron which was cooling. The red color spreading lightly and then turning darker with every addition of the blood in it. She chanted using the spells again and in no time, the liquid started to evaporate, the content of it getting lesser and lesser. Penny could feel her eyes turning, the changes she could finally sense where she didn’t need a mirror to see that her normal eyes had turned to slits. She had tapped into the forbidden magic. Accessing it and as time passed she could feel her heart thudding in her chest.
Staring into the vessel where the entire water had evaporated leaving a single crystal of red stones which didn’t need sharpening or cutting as the spell had done the job for it. She picked up the stone in her red which looked blood red. She had used her own blood to create it. But she had also added more than protection in here. It was the longevity of life, her fear and worry about his corruption was something that had started to worry her lately.
Though Damien had told he was alright, there was a part of her which knew it wasn’t true. He had seen him struggle, the pain in his red eyes. If the entire council and the public were to know about it, Damien Quinn would be another target in the society who would be added to the list along with the witches.
