“I am sorry for not finding you sooner,” he apologized. Keeping her in his arms as if not assuring her but himself that had her momentarily forget about the wound on her back. When his hands tightened around her, she flinched which caught his attention, “Are you hurt?” he asked her, his hold loosening and just as he unwound his hands, his left hand touched her wet back which felt sticky that had him frowning.
“Something-on my back…” Penny began but she lacked the energy to make a cohesive sentence as she spoke to him. With the tears and the pain on her back which took all the possible life sources from her, she felt her eyes turning heavy.
Damien leaned over from where he sat to smell fresh blood coming from behind, “You hurt your back,” he saw her body failing to sit still and he held her shoulders, “I am going to help you stand up. Okay?” he asked her to receive a small nod from her.
Penny felt Damien’s hand slide around her waist as he helped her stand up, almost lifting her up where she didn’t have to use her energy. Even in pain, she couldn’t take her eyes off his face. She wondered if she was seeing the same man right now. The man who ha tortured her wh now helped her like a delicate flower that would wither away with one blow of the wind.
She flinched in pain, her hands tightening on his arm which she had used as support. Fingers digging into his own skin which he didn’t mind.
Instead of bringing her close to him, he stepped forward to close the gap between them such that she had to crane her head up to look at him. In a snap, they had moved away from the village to another place which was one of the rooms in the mansion.With his room which was unusable at the moment with a dead man lying on the floor with his face smashed, he brought her to the guest room.
Penny’s eyes looked around to notice that this was a new room where she hadn’t stepped into before. Being the pet of master Damien, Penny was limited to walk around the mansion where she had spent most of her time in Damien’s room or at Lady Maggie’s when the vampiress was free to teach her.
While she was still looking around, she heard Damien say, “I will need you to take your dress off,” her eyes met his, the pain of her back floating in her eyes where after fie seconds she shook her head.
“I will be fine,” she said looking at Damien in the eye.
“Your back is still bleeding, Penelope. It is not the time to play chaste,” he said for her to continue to shake her head. Her cheek filling up with color.
“Can I have a doctor come to see me?”
This had him narrow his eyes at her, his words patient as he said, “And how different is it from me looking at the wound? You forget that we have male doctors here in Bonelake.”
That was true, thought Penny to herself but this was Damien and that would be a stranger. There were more than leaps of difference between them which was why she was willing to have a doctor look at her.
“I-”
“You must have lost your mind if you think that I would let a stranger be it a woman or man touch you,” he said with a calm voice, “And it is only a matter of time before I see you.”
“What?” she gulped as her eyes widened in utter embarrassment when he hadn’t seen her n.a.k.e.d yet.
“Oh, sweet mouse. I would love to describe what I want to do to you but right now we have other priorities. Turn around and let me help you,” he said to find her standing rigid. Damien let out a frustrated sigh when she didn’t listen to him, “I have had a rough day, Penelope. Picking two people who looked like you followed with death in this house and you going missing. My patience is running thin. You either can turn your back and let me help you willingly or I can force to make you take off your dress,” his dark eyes glowered at her. Death in the mansion? Had something happened during her absence in here?
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered which had one side of his lips quirking up.
“Try me,” he challenged. They stared at each other, Penny trying to haggle with another option,
“A maid-” but Damien walked forward towards her to suddenly make her say, “Okay,” she turned around, gulping down the look he had shown her. She wasn’t deliberately trying to test his patience but she was a woman who had been holding on to her virtues.
Her eyes closed instinctively when his hands touched her shoulder, placing it there for only a second before it reached the zipper to pull it down from behind. The harsh sound of the zipper filled the room but it was the time when Damien tried to push the back of her dress down and away did her face contour in pain as the material of the dress had stuck itself to the wound which was drying up.
“This will hurt but bear with it,” he said, continuing to speak, “To think that you wanted to wait for the doctor to come and see you. By then the wound would have dried and it-” he pulled dress away quickly from the wound which brought tears back in her eyes due to the pain, her eyebrows furrowed, “-would have been that much difficult and painful,” he said before walking away from her.
She could feel the cold temperature on her bareback. The wound feeling less painful unless she moved too much. Holding the front of her dress carefully she saw him return back with a box in his hand, “Lay down on the bed. Let me treat it…”
