After Damien had left the room, Penny finally stepped out of the bathroom. Looking around her eyes fell on the fireplace where she added the log of wood in the fireplace and went to stand at the window which faced the other side of the forest. Looking at the forest which stretched to the other lands. The lush greenery which was relaxing to one’s eyes. With Maggie who had taught her the basic education where she had been busy lately Penny had been stuck to stay in the room with nowhere else to go when Damien was not there.
She didn’t get to step out of the mansion or anywhere away from it and if she did it was only in Damien’s presence. Since the time the maid was killed the maids steered clear of her. Their speech was short and maybe the butler was the only one whom she could speak to. The incident only made her wonder as to what she had to do to bare something so harsh as death. It was still a mystery as to which family member had ordered the maid to push her.
Penny had felt the hand on her shoulder and there was also a mark. But she found it strange that as she fell, she didn’t see the person who had pushed her. She should have been able to see the person right? She found it rather difficult to wrap her mind with everything that was going on.
It was as if coming to Quinn’s mansion and meeting Damien was opening the locks that were placed on her life. Things she wasn’t aware of were coming to light one after another and she was still trying to deal with it. Thinking back to what had been running on her mind, her thoughts went back to what she was and what was around her. A white witch with certain memories erased which was returning back but to be blurred.
Hearing the doorknob open, she turned to find Damien entering the room.
“I will be heading out for a bit,” he informed, picking up the coat that was on the stand. Damien could have asked the butler to go fetch the coat but he wanted to see Penny before he went on his way to work.
“Pressing matter at work?” she asked to see him give a nod.
“Slightly related to it. Bathsheba has gone missing from her house,” he filled her in. Penny turned around completely and asked in worry,
“What happened?”
“Kreme said there has been a commotion for a few hours now. I need to go see what’s up. Stay in here,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t a request but an order which was toned down for her to listen to. Damien was well aware of how Penny’s mind worked. The girl had a hard time following things and if he said to go left she would go right. His stupid cute mouse.
“Can I come?” she surprised him, he shook his head to it.
“No. Bathsheba is a black witch. And if she’s gone missing something must have happened. Either she was killed or she fled. We don’t know which one is true which in either case might raise red flags to the hunters.”
“Why hunters? Is it the one who arrived at her doorstep?” Penny tried to clarify.
“Maybe, maybe not. Everything hangs in maybe. I will be back in some hours,” he said, pulling the door behind him which clicked closed.
Penny wondered what might have happened to the black witch. Of course, there was a high possibility that she was picked on by the hunter but she thought she had done a decent job of straying him away from there. It had been a few days since that day. He appeared to be like any other person in the village except for his eyes kept darting every now and then around her when she wasn’t looking at him.
The man had even flirted with her, trying to win her favor which she had refused on the face. People trying to sway her was something she had never been comfortable with before she had started to work in the theatre. The advances were always sleazy which she had to outright refuse except for the times when higher society members who graced the theatre, she had put up a smile on the face before subtly escaping their l.u.s.tful eyes.
But master Damien…Damien was a completely different case. The man himself was hard to handle and he somehow crawled under a person’s skin. Either calling them disgusting peasants, embarrassing them or torturing them to the point one would cry. It was only two ago when Damien had almost made a maid cry after throwing the insults one after another on her incompetency of working in the mansion. Frankly, she wouldn’t side with either of them. The maid had not done her job and maybe it was because his very presence was very intimidating and evil. Anyone would have a slip of hand with the tea they had to pour.
Damien’s advances towards her didn’t feel calculated. They were random and unexpected which often caught her off guard.
After spending some more time near the window with her thoughts floating in her head, Penny went to sit on the bed. Her body bouncing because of the soft mattress. She wondered how long her life was going to continue like this.
Damien claimed he liked her but which man kept the girl he liked as a slave? Was it some twisted fantasy of his where he would never free her from that title? Or was he playing around but then again thinking back on the kisses that took place a while ago, Penny felt her cheeks turn warm. They didn’t feel like he was playing with her. It had days, weeks, or was it months? She didn’t know but she still couldn’t figure him out.
