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With something that came up at Adam’s family as the only heir Lady Belle Adam’s was unavailable as she had to go to Mythweald to visit her aunt, the date had been pushed forward where they finally traveled to the high standings family in the society where some of the family members had been killed after the incident of the corruption. They were one of the unfortunate families where the black witches had targeted to instill fear and alertness which would affect the people around as well as reach the council.
In the carriage, Damien traveled with Penelope and his elder sister Maggie while his father, step-mother Fleurance and Grace took another carriage.
“How is your back doing now, Penelope?” asked Maggie from where she sat next to Damien while Penny sat alone in the opposite seat. Her movements were slightly awkward as she was unsure of how to react with the previous statement she had thrown at the dining room.
“It is doing much better now,” she replied back.
Lady Maggie gave her a nod, “That is good to hear. There is a doctor who usually visits the mansion when we have a guest over who is sick if you-”
Damien cut in without giving Lady Maggie a chance to complete her words, “That won’t be needed. We went to meet one of the priests yesterday and he gave us something that can be used to recover from the pain that has been caused,” his words were curt.
“You’re not a doctor, Damien. She will need a check if she’s been hurt more than twice if you want to avoid any infection,” Lady Maggie pressed her lips.
Damien instead of answering her, turned to look at Penny, asking her, “Are you in pain now? Do you need a doctor?”
Penny could feel Lady Maggie’s eyes on her. She shook her head and then said to Lady Maggie, “I appreciate your concern and help, Lady Maggie,” she bowed her head and then looked back up to say, “But I am fine. Master Damien took care of it,” and a frown came to form on the vampiress’s face.
“Why do you continue to call him Master Damien when you aren’t a slave anymore?” for some reason it felt like Lady Maggie was observing her more than what she did before she was declared to not be a slave.
The question caught her off-guard. It had turned out to be a habit with the way she addressed him.
“It’s her wish what she decides to call me Maggie. What are you, her mother?” he rolled his eyes.
“Just because you like the sound of it?”
“Yes?” he raised his brow at her and this time it was Maggie who rolled her eyes.
Penny saw the vampiress turn towards her to say, “You can call him Mr. Quinn or Sir Damien. There is no need for you to call him ‘Master Damien’.”
“Stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Maggie. It isn’t like there aren’t others who address me in such a fashion,” which was true. Some of the beings who felt they needed to show him utmost respect at certain times referred him with ‘Master Damien’.
Penny was used to calling him master Damien and at times having the slip of tongue in her mind by just calling him with his name.
“Mr. Quinn,” Penny agreed upon to have Damien narrow his eyes down at the girl who sat in front of him. Though Damien had the signed doc.u.ments which stated that she a slave who belonged to him until he decided otherwise by handing her to another master or a mistress, Penny had understood so much that he would never do that. The man could hardly have a doctor look at her wounds.
Lady Maggie then said, “I heard that the bodies were tested back in the council. Is that so?”
“The council is making sure it isn’t anything but the same potions which have been gathered by the black witches. Murkh had to run some tests on the body before letting the family cremate the body,” Damien answered without moving his eyes from Penelope who had been staring at him. Breaking his gaze away from her, he looked at his sister, “The black witches have been doing more than create havoc recently. The council is only taking preventive measures before something else takes place with the next targetted family.”
“How unlucky to be targetted one after another. She is all alone now without her parents and you know how the relatives can be. When I attended the cremation, there were tons of people and people who wanted to stay were shooed away by the butler.”
“At least there’s someone sensible in there to look after the girl,” Damien commented, “The black witches have been heartless in terms of seeing who they kill. They have been fairly random without a pattern which is what puts all of the pureblooded vampires in danger of being corrupted,” Lady Maggie nodded her head.
“We were lucky. Falcon took the fall,” murmured Lady Maggie under her breath.
“That he did,” Penny looked at Damien, his voice calm which didn’t waver when he spoke about the dead butler. It made her think if Damien had somehow learned to block the pain when he was young to not be able to feel much remorse or pain to carry on his shoulders. The corruption had affected him where it appeared as if nothing could deter him.
It wasn’t that she found it to be a bad characteristic in him. But it was something to think about, was corruption somewhere a gift? Everything had a good and bad side. At the same thought of corruption, Penny hoped she could do something with the ability to purify the poison to an unharmful solution. Maybe once she would start receiving the needed guidance from the church, she would be able to create something that would help and avoid the witches from trying to corrupt the rest of the vampire race.
“We are here,” she heard Lady Maggie say. Craning her neck to the side, Penny saw a mansion coming into view which stood tall and isolated from the rest of the world.
