Chapter 402 Sweeping brooms- Part 1

The young boy wrote down what Damien said which went on to one page, then two and up to four pages before ending about the sign of the wolf. It was the most he had written compared to the other signs which they had finished that was seven signs completed in six pages and the introduction which took two pages. Owen didn"t know what these animals meant and what the moon signs were but it is his job to write down any request and make copies of it, he tried not to be intrusive about it and followed what was being told to him.

"Did you get everything written down?" he heard the councilman ask enthusiastically.

"Yes, Sir," Owen nodded his head. Compared to the lady who sat with her arms crossed listening to them, the man dictated the lines faster where he had to cope up by writing quickly.

"Okay, let"s get to the next sign," Damien clapped his hands together when the boy said,

"A moment, Sir. I need to go fetch more of the parchment pages," said the boy as he excused himself and got to bring the pages as Damien had given more information on one single animal.

With the boy gone, Penny commented, "I think what you dictated to him was very less," she said trying to keep a straight face but the smile peeked out of her lips which even Damien caught.

"I know," Damien sighed, "My amazingness cannot be contained in four pages. We need to make a whole book which speaks about me. The kind Master Quinn," he said, turning to her he noticed she was amused by what just happened, "You know I wouldn"t let anything happen to you. I meant it the very first time when I said to stay by my side and I will protect you. I thought you were angry," a smile formed on her lips.

Penny"s eyes twinkled, leaning forward she kissed his lips, "I never said anything like that. You aren"t the only one who can be playful," she had only been playing with him. Of course, there were somethings that she wasn"t okay with but she wasn"t stupid to not know or understand how things worked.

"Come here," Damien pulled her back for a kiss by holding the back of her neck, reluctantly letting her go before the young boy entered the room again with papers in his hands.

"Apologies for making you wait," said the boy, taking a seat in front of them and bringing his pages close to as he readied himself to listen to the dictation, "I am ready," he looked up at Damien.

"The fair lady will a.s.sist you further," Damien said, his hand finding Penny"s hand under the table to hold it. When the smile continued to play on Penny, the boy wondered what was going on. She cleared her throat before she started to tell the boy what to write next.

By the time they were done, a decent two hours had pa.s.sed. All the while Damien had continued to run his thumb over the back of her hand soothingly.Damien and Penny stayed in the book room while the boy copied what was already written to make copies of it. Taking a seat near the open window, Penny looked at the townsfolks who walked on the streets of this town. Since the time of Wovile she had acquired the sense to look at the ground to make sure if there was any marking. She doubted there would be another ma.s.sacre any time soon but she couldn"t help but be alert after what happened.

Her eyes caught sight of a woman and a girl who was walking in the other direction, her memories not able to relate to it. Even though her mother had erased her memories, she wasn"t able to grasp the time where they had spent their time walking down a street. Life had been hard before her mother decided to fake her death and in many ways now that she looked she was glad that her mother had decided to fake her death and let her daughter go even if it was for sometime before coming back to kill her.

"I am glad to have met you," her words came soft on his ears, not wanting to disturb the boy who was copying the content from the written parchments.

"I know," he answered before adding, "And I am glad to have found you," Damien looked at her, his attention on her which was undivided. She couldn"t help but smile and blush, her eyes tearing away from his to look back at the window as memories of what happened last night flooded her mind.Just remembering it had her body come alive, every touch and kiss that he had placed of her, trying to remember and hold it as one of the precious memories.

"Did you come out here with your parents?" she asked him.

"I came alone here. I found my ability too soon when I was young and learned how to switch from one land to another. The only trouble was that I didn"t know I would be bloodthirsty after using it too much.

My mother didn"t like me mingling with Alexander," he said, Penny who had been looking outside turned her eyes back to him.

"Why not?" she asked. Lord Alexander sure was a brooding man but he had his times where he was caring when it came to Damien. With decent parents and taking into account the t.i.tle and the money they had, she didn"t know why his mother didn"t let him spend his time with his cousin.

"Because Aunt Isabelle was a witch," he answered with a straight face. Penny didn"t comment on it. She was sure that if the lady was still alive, she would have never approved of her for Damien. She was not only a white witch but a person who didn"t come from a defined background, "My mother grew up with thoughts of pureblooded vampires being of superior beings."

"Was she a first-generation pureblooded vampire too?" she asked, slightly curious about it.

"A second generation pureblooded vampire," he replied, moving his hand towards his hair to fluff it up and let it go, "It is a very common thing a pureblooded vampire has. Pride of who they are and how others are inferior to them."

"Is that why you call others peasants?" Damien chuckled hearing her say this.

"Just sometimes, the rest because they were dimwitted people," he said, one side of his lips pulling upward.