On their way back to the mansion, Penny asked, "Do you think the higher-ups are aware of the alignment of the stars? I mean the council," she saw Damien looking at the box as if someone had gifted him an early Christmas present.
"They don't. If they did I would have heard it but not everyone is jobless to do nothing but sit and gaze at the stars like a fool until they find out they are the ones who are a fool," pushing the box below his feet where there was some space for one to stretch their feet behind, he looked at Penny, "The dog who howled looking at the moon wasn't an idiot. It howled because it saw the oncoming danger which was approaching up in the sky," witches, thought Penny to herself.
She wondered if that was why Damien had placed his hand on her. Though his words had got her nerves frisky. There was no politeness in the way he spoke. The way he walked, talking and looked at people and things it was as if he owned the entire world to himself. Making her think how far it was true or false.
He said, "In this world, a lot of things are not shared and are left midway without any answers or explanations. Because ignorance is bliss," he picked the hand that was resting on her lap, "I will be dropping by next week once you start getting the necessary information from father Antonio. And once your back is alright, you will receive the necessary skills from me. I cannot always be around you as work will call me more often than what it does now."
Penny nodded her head in agreement. After listening to sister Jera who has the knowledge of weapons, the bullets that were being made, it had got her intrigued.
When she was young and before she even came to this side of the world, her only goal was to make through the days, weeks and months without her mother. To live and thrive to have a roof of her own and a family she could have who would be loved and to be loved in return.
It wasn't that she couldn't have it. She could still have it and something told her that she already had it. Maybe it was more extravagant than what she had imagined it to be.
She looked at Damien who was playing with her fingers whilst looking at her.
"Let's go out Penny. You and me, somewhere nice," it wasn't a suggestion but an idea which Damien was letting her know with what he was going to do.
"Do I have a choice?" she asked to see him grin.
The grin was wide enough to have one have a peek of his sharp fang, "Are you looking for one?" the way he asked her, there was no arrogance in there but something very boyish which Penny couldn't refuse. With time that was passing between them, Penny could feel her mind and her heart-changing. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her heart race against her chest.
"Let me give you the choices," said Damien, surprising her that he had turned around her own question to his own advantage. When she had asked for a choice, it was to opt out of what he said. It was something that came automatically due to the resistance she often carried around her but Damien being the pureblooded vampire he was, he had turned it in a way as if he was giving her the options to choose, "A picnic like the humans where we can have lunch together, ride a horse together or watch a theatrical play which has been put up in the theater which is located somewhere near the border village of Bonelake and Valeria."
"Isn't it far?" questioned Penny before closing her mouth. She shook her head as if meaning to tell him to ignore it. Time was nothing when it came to Damien. With his ability, they would reach there in a blink of an eye unless they met with the black witches who would try to inject him with the poison.
"We can visit a place of your choice," he offered but Penny couldn't pick one, "Or how about we go to that theater you once used to work in? A visit to a place you once worked in."
Damien could see the little spark of excitement that ignited in those jade green eyes of Penelope. She was still opening up to him slowly which was why he found it necessary to take her out so that they could spend time together without any third person to disturb them.
He knew what excited her, the way her eyes sparkled when she replied, "Can we go to the old theater I worked in?"
"Sure," he agreed, "But as a viewer and not as an artist," Penny was quick to agree to it, "Simpleton mouse.
As a minute passed, a grin appeared on Penny's lips, like a minion who was up to no good.
Damien didn't mind that and instead let her be. Turning his face to look at the little houses of the village they passed by before the forest appeared with trees passing by in a green rush, he wondered where Bathsheba was right now.
If there was any black witch he had a little trust in, it was the one who went missing. Finding black witches wasn't difficult but with the hunters on their trail, it would be troublesome. If water was not Penelope's element then they would need to redo the ritual to confirm to know what was her element.
With the white witches who were of no use when it came to finding the elements, one could only rely on the black witches who were not trustworthy. With her hand still in his, he ran a finger over the top of her hand to hear the skip of beat making him smile as he continued to look outside the window.