She stared at the carriage that went farther and farther away before disappearing behind the houses and trees.
“Are you sure about it?” Damien asked staring in the same direction Penny was looking in right now.
“This place doesn’t have magic being spilled here,” but then there were other lands they had come across in the past where she didn’t find it hard to spot the black witches, the closest memory being the forest during the council exam, “There’s a possibility of bad news that the black witches have advanced in the last few days since we have known them.”
“More loosened black magic from the bound one?” he asked her and she gave him a nod.
“I don’t know how else to explain it. Their rituals must be going successful one after another that it has been trying to remove the binds where some of the black witches are accessible to them again,” Penny explained to him.
“Unfortunately, we don’t know what those rituals were. Strangely there haven’t been too many deaths and the sheep were only being gathered for this evening,” Damien was speaking about the villages that were under a trance.
“Maybe it is something similar to what happened to father and aunt Caitlin,” she pointed out as the ritual which her father and her aunt had with her mother and her mother’s brother, it was only physical consummation which didn’t lead to any death, “Who do you think the witches are? They look so young but I doubt they were young. Black witches can change their age to suit their interest that makes it difficult to know who or what it is.”
“Considering they were using the carriage, I would guess they are probably trying to mesh and gel with the other human society to not let anyone know who they are. It makes me wonder why they gave us a lift. Black witches are never kind and are selfish unless they had planned to kill us. It didn’t look like they found out about us.”
“Do you think they are involved in tonight’s ritual?” Penny asked, giving one more look at the road where the carriage had disappeared, they started to head towards the building where the other councilmen had been told to come to.
“We will find out about it tonight.”
She was glad that she had placed a protective charm on the luggage. She wondered if it was because she was turning to a black witch that the witches hadn’t noticed who she really was and maybe not everyone knew about her existence unless they stepped into the land of Bonelake and spoke to her mother.
“I have never met a small looking black witch,” Damien said making their way inside the building and Penny who walked in front of his said,
“Now you have.”
Damien had changed the color of his eyes once he had entered the building. The building was quite old and ragged. They walked to the counter and Damien placed the black card on the desk,
“I am here to have lunch,” he smiled looking at the man who stood behind the desk. The man gave a glance at the card.
“Your party has arrived and you will find them in the dining room.”
Damien pulled the card back to say, “Wonderful.”
They walked through the hallways to have the door opened by the man who stood outside. When Penny entered the room with Damien, she caught sight of eight people who sat at the rectangle looking table. Seeing a familiar face which was Lord Nicholas, Penny offered him a smile and he returned it back.
“What is a human doing here? She isn’t even a councilwoman,” spoke one of the men who looked at Penelope with curious eyes. Undoubtedly, every single person in this room right now was a vampire with not a single human to be seen.
She could feel all the red eyes staring at her and she bowed her head in greeting, “I am Penelope, a white witch,” she introduced herself.
“My future wife,” Damien added to her words.
For a few seconds, the councilmen appeared to be staring and Penny could only guess that they were confused why a white witch was here and they would have retaliated with more questions or words of resistance to having her here if Damien had not mentioned about her being his future wife.
Nicholas could only smile before he said, “The woman Rueben spoke about who is going to help us in today’s ritual is going to be Penny. She is the woman who killed the black witches during the council exam that took place a few weeks ago.”
Murmurs erupted in the room and then it paused when another councilman asked, “How do we know we can trust her? Witches tend to change places immediately without any notice,” his concern was genuine that resonated with the other councilman’s sentiments.
“We have come here to put a stop to the witches who are creating a ruckus. I am not sure how I feel bringing a witch to where the ritual is going to take place,” said another.
“You don’t have to feel anything,” Damien rolled his eyes, “Penelope is related to Lady Isabell who was the wife of late Lord Zachary Delcrov. She is the descendant of the white witch family Genevieve.”
The eyes that were on her turned less hostile and now looked at her with intrigue.
“She is the only one who can cast back the spell when the black magic that has been locked all these decades will be released again tonight.”
“How sure are you that it will work?” asked another man. On that question, the door behind them suddenly opened and in came the woman who was part of the elder council and also the woman who had been pinning on Damien’s feelings until a few days ago.
Evelyn.
Both the woman’s eyes met each other’s and the vampiress said, “Penelope.”
“Evelyn,” Penny replied back to see the woman make her towards an empty seat and sit down.
“Well,” Damien drawled on the question that had been asked and he said, “We all are vampires here and I don’t think anyone knows how to cast a spell. Unless you do, then don’t question why she is here.”
“It is good that we have a white witch on our side,” Nicholas chimed in, looking at everyone in the room, “With the recent activities that we have been hearing, we at least know we can depend on and rely on one of them,” he smiled to ease any tension that could arise with further questions.
“Does she know how to fight?” another councilman asked, “There aren’t enough of us and we’ll need to keep an eye to keep her alive.”
This time it was Penny who spoke, “You don’t have to be concerned about my safety, Sir. I can keep myself alive without any help.”
“Let’s hope it is so,” Evelyn said without looking at her as the woman had been staring at the wall, “We have come here to kill the witches, we don’t have time to chaperone,” Though some had accepted her being part of this operation, there were two or three people who were hostile and waiting to see how useful she would be today.
“If you are done with your questions, shall we head to the more important talk?” Damien asked to have everyone agree and they started discussing what they were going to do.
