Young Master Damien's Pet

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Senior Mr. Quinn said, "The councilmen are doing everything they can right now to bring everything in order. Until then, the food will first be tested by one of the servants to assure the safety of consumption. With the recent deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Adams, we will have to go visit the memorial that has been postponed this weekend."

"How odd," murmured Lady Fleurance, sipping her tea little by little she placed the cup back with the saucer on the table.

"If I am not wrong, she's the only child in her family, right? How sad and lonely it must be."

"Indeed. To lose one is difficult and to lose everything even more painful," responded back the pureblooded vampire as if subtly his thoughts had gone to move to his first wife. Lady Maggie had finished her meal soon, wishing everyone the day so that she could get back to her room. In Penny's eyes, Lady Maggie appeared to be a polished vampiress. Her speechless and her demeanour pleasant which turned odd rarely like the other family members which Penny could tolerate.

She didn't know why but something told her that it was she who had brought her dinner in front of the room for her. She wanted to thank her but it seemed like she would have to go find her later after she was done eating.

The meal continued with idle chatter of what the ladies had heard from other women while asking and sharing other details before Grace came to ask her father,

"Father, may I ask for something?" her voice was the most polished Penny had ever heard until now. Her father hummed in response, nodding his head so that she continued with what she wanted to say, "I was wondering," said Grace, her finger rolling at the edge of the teacup in front of her that went in circles, "Would it be alright if I took the slave out along with me?"

Penny's hand froze instantly. Swallowing the food carefully as her attention went back to the people at the table.

"She doesn't belong to you, Grace," replied Mr. Quinn for the young vampiress to pout.

"Brother Damien isn't here, so it shouldn't be much of a problem if I just take a round with her in the city and come back again. With her of course," Grace tried to persuade her father, her body leaning forward and her expression hopeful.

"Your brother doesn't like his things being touched. You should ask him if you want to take her out and bond with her," Mr. Quinn suggested to his daughter. Standing up from the head of the chair, he took the napkin that laid on the table to wipe the corner of his lips.

"Please father. It would be just for a few hours."

"Ask Damien, Gracie," her father replied, "Fleurance I will be heading to meet the Lord of Bonelake. I should be back by noon," he leaned towards his wife and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Penny wondered about the late wife of Senior Mr. Quinn. Was she better in person than this woman? With how she saw, Damien was quite fond of his mother. He held her dear to his heart which made her ponder on what kind of woman the previous lady was. With a husband life senior Mr. Quinn who was calm and collected, she wondered if she was a sweet lady.

With Mr. Quinn and Lady Maggie who had left the dining room, Penny quickly swallowed the food that was on her plate, ready to leave. Standing up she started to walk when she heard Lady Fleurance speak,

"Don't you know that leaving the room when there are other members of the family still eating is considered to be rude and offensive unless your master or mistress says so?" Penny halted her footsteps right away. Turning around to quickly bow with an apology,

"Please forgive me, milady. I did not know."

"Has Damien taught you anything at all," the lady harumphed while taking a bite from the fork she held in her hand that had been hanging in front of her. The ladies took their own sweet time, the mother-daughter who continued to chat with each other endlessly making Penny wonder if they were going to continue their lunch here too.

Senior Mr. Quinn had left the mansion a few minutes ago when the Lady started to dab her mouth gently,

"What a lovely meal it was."

"Mother, shall I take the slave girl out for some time?" Grace asked her mother this time. This was an opportune moment and opportunities like these never arrived more than once. Though she had been punished last night, Grace wanted to punish the girl more. Trying to find reasons so that she could hurt the girl.

"Sure," at her mother's permission Grace looked eager again, "But make sure you bring her back before your father arrives," her mother tipped her making the young vampiress nod happily before looking at Penny who had a sullen look on her face.

"I will be sure to bring her back with me on time," Grace answered and started to walk to where Penny stood near the wall, "Follow me," she said but Penny didn't move an inch from her place. Noticing the girl not move, Grace turned back to where she was, "Are you deaf? I said follow me," Grace made sure to speak the words out clearly but the human slave never moved.

"Mr. Quinn said you need to have Master Damien's permission," Penny finally spoke up, her hands turning colder with what was about to come.

Lady Fleurance walked towards the door but instead of leaving the dining room, she closed the doors of it. Grace smiled at the slave, did she have low memory on what happened the last time she had spoken these words?

In a quick flip of motion, Grace who was much stronger than Penny had pushed her back against the wall. The force on her back was enough to raise a muffled cry through Penny's mouth as Grace had her mouth covered with one hand while the other had twisted her arm.