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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.

On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

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Young master Damien's pet

She stood outside the patio, looking at the clouds grumble as she stood in Delcrov's mansion. Looking straight at it wondering what to do. Damien was against her joining the council as if something bad would come to befall her. He had also tried to maneuver her out of the topic, she sighed.

It was alright, she thought to herself. Lady Isabelle, though she wasn't in the council, she was sure she had done many great things before she had died. Also part of her told her that if she ever were to join the council, she would be put under watch and failed candidate category by Damien himself to make sure she didn't get through. She wished she could do something rather than sit around worrying if she would turn to a black witch.

Lord Alexander had subtly coaxed her to try it out though his words were not direct they told her to break the rules. Did it mean it was alright for her to touch the book? Her hand clutched onto the rails pondering on it.

Wounds- Part 2