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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 looked at the young girl from behind the tree, her dress picking up the mud as it grazed over the forest ground. Penny didn't know what Helen was doing here with these people and she saw the girl give her a mocking smile as if to tell how stupid she was.

Did breaking one bottle on her head, had loosened the screws in her head? Her brows furrowed then at the thought of what the other black witch they had come across earlier had told when Sister Jera had asked if she knew another white witch.

Apart from Penelope and Jera, the rest of the white witches who had come from the church had been killed with their heads torn apart. She had told them that there was one other white witch who she wasn't able to point out. She finally understood how the woman knew about her presence in Valeria and with the Artemis. It was Helen who had told her.

"Are you surprised, Penelope?" asked Helen, and Penny wondered if she was supposed to shake her head right now.

Burning forest- Part 1