Young master Damien's pet

Lord Alexander looked unbothered and so did Damien who only stared at the Lady who had complained about him having not written back to her after her letter. He didn't even know which letter she was speaking of as he was popular, it was hard to keep track of the letters he received.

"What night are you talking about?" Damien tilted his head, his face void, "There are so many nights we spent together," Both Elliot and Sylvia looked alarmed hearing this. Was the pureblooded vampire digging his own grave voluntarily?

Hearing this, Lady Helen blushed profusely, "Ah, that…" she tried to contain down her blush which didn't stop from showing up on her face, "The night when it was…"

Penelope who stood behind, watching and listening to their conversation couldn't help but listen more to what was going on. Did Damien have an affair with this woman in the past? Her jaw was set firmly and her hand which had settled loosely next to her now clutched on to the bottom of her dress but she didn't say a word. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't stop the jealousy that brewed in her chest.

She wondered if she should even call it jealousy and it might be that she was uncomfortable about it. To think the man she was with had a past fling who appeared right now.

Lady Helen's brother was the one who came to clear the air, saying, "Helen had created the miniature plant in the pot. She wanted to give it to you after you taught how to do it."

"It was nothing big. Alexander wanted me to showcase and put the time for some good use," Damien brushed away the topic like he didn't care which he didn't. It was two seasons ago in Valeria when he had come here for some good time to be spent with his cousin when he was asked to attend a tea party where he came to teach them how to pot large trees into pots.

"I am Victor, her brother," the young man introduced himself to Damien and then offered a bow to him and the Lord. The others didn't matter as the siblings didn't know who they were or that they held lesser importance than these two men, "It is good to have finally met you. My sister has spoken a lot about you."

Penny looked away not bothering herself with what was happening ahead of her. Instead, she asked Sylvia, "Would it be okay to head to the shop you mentioned earlier?"

Sylvia nodded her head right away, "Of course. Lord Alexander, we'll be going ahead," the woman informed to get a small nod of approval. The siblings spared a look at the third party before shifting their eyes back on the Lord and the councilman.

"Will you demonstrating another class, Mr. Quinn?" asked Lady Helen.

Damien who had been quiet and following the conversation cut in to ask, "Do I look like a gardener to you?"

"What?" the lady asked taken aback with his response.

He took a deep breath before saying, "It was a simple transplant of the plants. I am sure you will do well by yourself and don't need me to supervise you," his words came out to be sharp where he didn't bother to sugarcoat it. There were times when Damien sugarcoated his words but that was only because he wanted something from a person. To get the job done one either had to use sugarcoated words or had to use a threat with torture and Damien used both of it.

He didn't care about other's feelings as he came to be first. The young woman looked slightly dejected that he had refused to spend time with her which she had put in subtly. Lifting her face with a smile, she said, "That is alright. I am sure you are busy with other things."

Her brother then chimed in, "Lord Alexander, will you be attending the party which Mr. Carmine is hosting this week?"

"Yes, I have some people to greet and meet there," Lord Alexander replied not adding any further words for the conversation to move up.

"Will you gentlemen be joining?" though the man asked it for both Elliot and Damien, his eyes came to settle on Damien. As if he were asking the question on behalf of his sister.

"Sure. I don't see why not," Damien replied for both the siblings to express their glee as they bowed and left them, "What a way to phrase the words."

Elliot whistled, his eyes still following the two siblings who hopped on to the carriage which had been waiting for them. The young woman waved her hand and it was only Elliot who waved back at the girl before he came to say,

"I was sure you spent quite some raunchy night with the girl the way she said it."

Lord Alexander's lips twisted in a subtle smile that wasn't too evident, "We all thought the same. Especially if we take into Damien's account with women so far."

The red-headed man laughed, "Oh, milord. I don't think his count exceeds yours," he then cleared his throat, "I was told not to lie."

"You can still shut up," Lord Alexander raised his dark brow that only made Elliot smile.

Damien added, "It is alright. I am sure we all are aware of Alexader's reputation amongst ourselves. You really need to move to Bonelake if you plan to kill them all."

Alexander rolled his eyes, now that the siblings had left they started to walk again, "I kill only the ones I feel I need to. People who don't deserve to live and might or has caused trouble. You should be happy I am eradicating unwanted people from these lands of mine."

"I think you are doing a good job in taking care of the land," Damien said knowing well on how much work it took when it came to managing it. For a magistrate, it was just a town or a village. For many villages and towns cl.u.s.tered together was the Duke and then came the Lord above them. Seeing that they had fewer cases of black witches than Wovile and Bonelake, he could tell his cousin was doing a fair job even though he killed people.