"Who spoke about you saying anything. Digging your own spot and sitting in there later. How cute," Damien teased her. Leaning forward, he kissed her bare neck which he had full access to with her hair which was tied up completely, "One word and I can tell you fell sick."
"Why should I fall sick for it?" she turned her head in time to have his lips be placed on hers and move against her soft lips. Damien smiled into the kiss. Pulling back he said,
"So you agree you have been eyeing me, mouse," he bit right into her ear and she squeaked in the pleasurable pain, "Playing hard to get are we?" he asked her. Seeing Penny not answer as she only stared back at him, he said, "Shall we test your patience today?" he asked her.
Her expression and her green eyes that had the l.u.s.t and need for him suddenly turned one to be of anxiousness.
Clearing her throat, she asked, "Patience?"
"Yes, Lady Penelope," he pulled himself away from her, moving his hands away from her shoulders which had been resting there until now. Padding away from her, he picked up the coat which was spread on the bed. Wearing it, he straightened the coat as well as the shirt that he wore, "Ready?" he asked after seeing her step into her shoes.
"Should I carry anything?" she asked him.
After her encounter with the witches, Penny had started to get used to carrying little weapons along with herself every time she stepped out of the mansion not knowing when it would be needed.
"Don't worry I got it," Damien said, pulling out his jacket to the side to show her the revolver gun which he had tucked in safely.
Reaching the mansion with the rest of them, Penny caught sight of other carriages that were parked outside in line. The mansion looked decently big and everyone stepped inside, greeting and to be greeted back where she was only a stranger to this side of the world.
Stepping inside the mansion, Penny's face turned sour at the sight of not just one woman she had met but two of them. The pair of siblings. One was the woman who she had met in the town when they had gone out to shop while the other was the councilwoman who wore a red dress that stood out of the crowd. With the Lord who had been pulled away by one of the Duke, the bickering couple, Elliot and Sylvia had moved to the section to take something to drink while leaving Damien and Penny to themselves.
"How long do vampires live?" Penny asked Damien as she knew no vampire personally until a few months ago.
"Depends. Some live in the time of centuries while some live just a few years farther away from the humans."
"How about the person we have come to attend the birthday?" she inquired, watching some of them eye them or her in particular as she was never seen here before.
"Hmm, let me think…" Damien trailed before coming with the answer, "Over a two hundred years old," that was long, thought Penny to herself. She wondered what would have happened if she would have never come to know that she was a witch and she wouldn't have aged like the humans but slower than them.
"Mr. Quinn!" came a not so delightful voice when the young girl named Helen came to stand in front of them.
"Good afternoon, Helen. I didn't know you knew Mr. Bingley," Damien's voice came out to be lackl.u.s.ter when he greeted the girl which she failed to notice.
The girl bowed her head, bending down deep enough to show her cleavage and then raise herself with a coy and shy smile on her face.
"Oh! Father knows him and I got him to get an invitation with my brother after hearing you would be making your presence here," she blushed in the end, her cheeks turning pink in color.
Penny noticed everything but she didn't say a word yet, instead, she chose to listen in to their conversation. The young girl was pretty with an innocent face but didn't she bend a little too much right now, asked Penny to herself with her eyes looking sharply at the young girl. Sure, the girl must be innocent but seeing her clothes she should know how to interact with a male unless she was doing things on purpose. The rich clothes meant it was possible that she had a governess to guide her on what to do and what not to do.
"You must really like me to know if I was coming here," Damien kept the conversation going. The voice which was lackl.u.s.ter now came back to life. Helen continued to blush at Damien's words.
"Have you met Lady Penelope?" Damien introduced Penny who was yet to offer a word as they had not spoken to each other last time.
Helen turned her starry eyes from Damien to Penelope, the stars diminishing as she stared at the woman who stood next to the man she was interested in. Still keeping her sweet appeal, she asked,
"Is this your sister?"
Penny stared at the young girl who was two-inch shorter than her, "If I am his sister then you should be his sister too," came the smart words out of Penny's mouth. Damien internally chuckled over the words.
"Oh, you aren't his sister. I apologize," Helen smiled offering her words of apology which the girl meant none, "I am Helen. I haven't seen you here before," she introduced herself. Damien, unlike before when he had introduced her as his fiance had not mentioned it here which made her wonder if it was because he felt that she wasn't threatened over this girl's advances.
"I don't live here," Penelope replied back, her words short and not instigating more conversation with this girl.
"Oh…" the girl said before conveniently deciding to ignore Penny's presence she went back to talk to Damien, "How long are you going to be here, Mr. Quinn?"