Young master Damien's pet

"Didn't the witches try the potion on you?" the Lord inquired calmly, "It must have not affected you if you are still here sitting in front of me," he smiled.

He knew about his corruption. The man knew a lot of things which made one question about how he knew so many things. Surely, the man was not idle enough to know what everyone was doing as he spent his time mostly in his mansion or going to tea parties.

There weren't many who was aware of his corrupted heart.

"Strangely, it didn't. I guess the corruption doesn't work on me," Damien smiled back at him for the man to nod.

"That is good. With the black witches carrying potion and targeting the pureblooded families the security around the borders of each land has been tightened. But with what you have said, it is going to be difficult to find who is the switcher. If it is someone who belongs to the higher level post, it will only make it that much difficult but alerting everyone will lead to a mishap and a mess," said Nicholas leaning back against his chair, "Looks like the witches have been working on another massacre," and his eyebrows furrowed in question before the man could ask him what was there on his mind, Damien spoke,

"The black witch said that they are trying to approach different methods to bring back the powers that have been sealed. They have tried with the human sacrifice and have tried with the dead now."

Nicholas sighed hearing this.

"They are like the irreparable creatures who cannot be fixed.No matter how many you take down they keep coming up one after another like unnecessary weeds. You need to be careful yourself, Damien," warned Lord Nicholas, his eyes looking at him intently.

Damien didn't have to rack his brain on what the lord was speaking of but as if to be clear, the pureblooded vampire said, "Involving yourself with witches will have a heap more behind you along with the witch hunters as a bonus. Though some are hired by the council, the very same people will tattle on you before getting you into trouble."

"Of course, milord," Damien agreed, "Bathsheba had hidden from the public and wouldn't be coming out for a while now which would make it difficult to get the insiders information of the possible sisters who pass by."

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Lord Nicholas smiled, "That's good. The last thing I need is a fellow man's head where some of the councilmen will start to frame you. We live in a world of crabs, who will try to pull you down and go up but I believe you already know about it," after speaking about other matters regarding the council work, he asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

"That would be all," Damien stood up, shaking their hands again to hear Lord Nicholas say,

"Thank you for relaying the message so quickly."

With a nod, he started to head to the door when he heard Nicholas say,

"The girl who you are infatuated with, make sure to keep a close eye if you want her to be safe," there was a kind smile on his lips which looked slightly daunting even with kindness. Damien's lips quirked up.

"I will make sure she is safe," the Lord nodded his head, without exchanging another word he started to head out of the mansion.

Back in Quinn's mansion when Damien had left Penny after a few minutes the girl woke up with her eyes fluttering open. Eyes adjusting to the light that came from the fireplace and some of the candles which were still burning before exhausting and fizzling out in the wind.

Sitting up on the bed, she touched her head as it throbbed in pain. Walking to the mirror which was at the side, she stared at her face. Her green eyes looking alive with the shimmer of light that came from the fireplace. The side of her forehead had a black and blue mark, with a thin red line drawn. She continued to look at her face, her hand on her forehead, slipping down to her cheek and then to her side.

She looked around the room, her sight taking in to see no one in the room. Walking out of the patio, she looked at the sea and then walked back inside the room to head to the door which was locked from inside.

Her hand reached for the doorknob, turning it around to open the door and step outside where the light was abundant in the corridor even though it was the time of night. With her bare feet, she stepped down the stairs where the mansion right now appeared to be deserted. She continued to walk down before reaching the ground floor.

Few of the maids didn't bother to look or stop where she was going because no one dared to get involved with her. The last thing anyone was looking forward to was to have Master Damien tear their heads of their bodies.

Penelope walked to the kitchen, seeing no one there, her tense shoulders relaxed. Looking around she searched for food. Going through the utensils one after another.Stopping at a utensil with a large bowl of meat that was half-filled with broth.She leaned forward, taking in the smell which made her mouth water with its mere smell.One would think that she was hungry, after all, she hadn't eaten enough in Lady Sentencia's house. But she wasn't looking for food to it.

Turning around once more to look if someone was there, her hands reached to her mouth. Touching the back of her tooth before wincing in pain when she pulled out something from her mouth. It was a little sachet looking cover that had dark green liquid inside it. Ingredients of one of the witches that mainly composed of the spit grass.

Tearing out the upper half of it, she poured the contents into the broth. Mixing it well to distribute it, she smiled looking down at it.