Penny shook her head. Her mother was a meticulous woman.
Even when she was married to her father who was a witch himself, she hadn’t let him know who she really was. She had hid the fact so well that she had removed any possible trace of her coming to be known as the black witch.
“I don’t think she would do anything against the people who she has been working for,” said Penny.
“What if she is trying to loosen the magic to get her hands first? Is it possible?” Damien was trying to understand the possibilities.
“No. According to Lady Isabell’s book, black magic is available for all of them or to no one at all. It wouldn’t benefit her if she worked alone because they need a lot of witch power to be able to break the chain binds around the black magic that they are trying to reach out for her,” but then why would her mother be in the hit list of the other witch hunters asked Penny to herself. Did she do something to anger the other side of the black witches?
Damien got up from the bed he had been leaning on. Setting his hair in the little mirror that hung on the wall he said,
“If the bad witch hunters are after your mother, it means we are at an advantage of not having to look out at what she is doing,” bidding goodnight to Kreme who was still feeling slimy after transforming from being a toad to back to human.
“What about the other witches?” Penny questioned Damien as they started to walk back instead of teleporting themselves directly to the mansion, “And the councilwoman who is in the higher sitting?”
“The councilwoman will be something I will let the higher-ups work on while the witches, they will be something we will be dealing with. Kreme said there has been a lot of coagulation population of the witch hunters down in the south and in the borders of the Bonelake. I am guessing these are not good ones that we need but the bad ones who are increasing in count as we speak as there’s a division taking place for the upcoming war or rituals.”
That was possible. Penny could tell that the future days were going to be hard on everyone. If the black witches did turn out to be successful in getting back the magic that has been locked, there was no telling what kind of catastrophe was going to fall on these four lands. It made Penny question how the first generation white witches were able to seal the powers of the black witches as unlike the other spells, the important ones were not mentioned anywhere.
“I hope all of this can end soon. There is so much to do,” she said to him.
“Don’t worry about it now, mouse. Remember one step at a time. We still have time.”
She smiled at him.
“Life was so much simple not that I have complaints right now…”
“I know,” he responded back to her, “Once all of this is over, let’s go on a vacation this time without any cases to solve but just us two spending time. What do you say?”
“Sounds like a plan I would like to be part of. Say, when is your birthday master Damien,” she asked him.
“Four months from now,” he answered her. Slipping his hand into her hand that was next to his, both Damien and Penny transported back to the mansion.
When the next day arrived, Grace was in her mother’s room who looked absolutely livid right now and her hands clutched tightly on either side of her dress.
“Grace, please get yourself ready. I have no time for your tantrums right and we leave in about half an hour,” said Lady Fleurance while she was getting her hair set by the help of the two maids who stood behind her in front of the dressing table.
“What do you mean get ready?” Grace demanded, “You clearly said we were going out today to Isle Valley because I needed to shop. I made plans for it a week ago. You cannot change it because of a simple soiree!”
“Yes, but there has been a change in the plan, darling girl. I am sure you have plenty of clothes to wear for the soiree right now,” Lady Fleurance picked up a little pallet and dabbed the red color on her lips, “Be an obedient child and get ready.”
Grace gave her mother an incredulous look. She had woken up this morning to find out that instead of going out to shop as they had planned, her mother had decided to switch plans to go out for a soiree she was least interested in right now!
There was no way she would be able to go out to the Isle Valley. She couldn’t inform the man directly as it would only give a suspicion of the doubt to her brother who kept an eye on what was going on in the mansion.She had given her word to bring Penelope to the Isle Valley to meet the vampire, Mr. Robarte but right now she couldn’t,
“I am not interested to go out to the soiree. I need to buy a new dress for it. Why are you not understanding what I am saying?” demanded the young vampiress.
“Don’t be a child, Grace. If you grew up sooner, you would probably understand what I am saying and get ready instead of wasting not only your time but also mine,” her mother’s hair was done and she had finished painting her lips red, “It is your father’s orders that we attend the soiree together,” she gave her final tone and turned away to her daughter to say, “I expect to see you in the hall soon. Don’t disappoint me.”
Grace gritted her teeth, standing at the door before she turned around leaving the room to have Lady Fleurance move her eyes subtly to see her daughter gone, “Get her clothes and help her get ready quickly,” she ordered the maids who had been helping her who bowed at her words.
In less than twenty minutes, the family members of the Quinn’s had gathered down in the hallways to leave for a soiree they had been invited to. Three carriages left from the mansion of the Quinn. Senior Mr. Quinn, his wife, and youngest daughter used the first carriage. The second carriage, Maggie and Caitlin used it while the third carriage was used by Damien and Penelope.
The place where the soiree was being placed was none other than in the mansion of the Adams family.
