Penny stared at the glass where three minutes had passed that nothing happened. She heard Bathsheba speak in front of her as she took a peek at the glass. It isn't necessary that everything takes place perfectly in the first go. You need to practice," she took the cup from her hand which Damien, in turn, took in his own hand to drink the entire contents inside it, "Sometimes we get our abilities automatically without the need to call out the hidden powers when there is a need for it. You will need to practice. Maybe if you were born as black witch things would have been easy for you," the woman smiled looking at Penny.
When Penny and Damien started to walk back to the mansion which was parked near the Isle Valley, Penny asked Damien with a sense of curiosity as if it had been bothering her, "What did Bathsheba mean when she said-"
"That you would be better off to be a black witch and not a white witch as you are now?" Damien completed her sentence. Penny nodded her head, hoping she would find out what he meant by it, "White witches don't have the powers you have. It usually doesn't happen and when it does fall with the ability it is the black witches who acquire it. Also, the fact that a black witch is much more powerful when it comes to a white witch because they have spells, unlike the witches who don't make use of it."
"The white witches lack the skill?" they were walking in the forest instead of taking in the road.
The coat that Damien wore flew backward due to the wind that greeted them in the forest.?His black hair ruffled the already disheveled hair. His sharp features looking more prominent from the side as he walked next to Penny while Penny kept up with his steady, long feet. He did look handsome like this when he was serious, "It isn't that they lack but they don't make use of it."
"Why not?" she frowned. Which person didn't make use of something they were born with?
Damien opened his mouth to yawn, his hand raised to his mouth before falling back down to his side, "I don't have all the details but it is forbidden for the white witches to make use of spells. To set them apart from the black witches, like idiots the first generation witches decided to put a spell that none of the white witches could make use of the hocus pocus spells. It is quite stupid but what can I say, people were stupid back then. Are you alright?" he asked.
"I am okay," he replied back. Master Damien was asking about her well being??Penny wondered why he was being nice when she passed him a questionable look, Damien didn't say anything.
When they were far in the forest, he finally pulled her behind a tree and placed his hand above her head as her back touched the tree's bark. Penny looked up Damien who appeared to hover above and in front of her.
"Is something the matter, Master Damien?" she asked, as she tried to push her back further away from him.
"You must tell me that, sweetheart. What did happen back in there?" he inquired with a pleasant smile on his lips.
"Where?" asked Penny that had Damien's eyes narrow down at her, "Oh, there," she smiled, "You told me to deviate the man."
"And so you bait your own master?" he raised his brow in question, "What happened to that saying that goes around you humans. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. I should probably bite you instead."
"Eh? No!" her refusal came out too quickly through her lips which only made it that much enticing in Damien's eyes. He placed the other hand on her side so that she wouldn't run. Who knows when this little mouse would give him the slip though it would be a hard thing for her to do.
"Now now. Don't be stingy. Your master brings you all the way here to help and this is how you repay him? Should we go to the next level of punishment?"
"But master the hunter bought it for now. Shouldn't you be happy about it that your," Penny cringed wondering what to pick? It had been weeks yet she wasn't used to the terms like pet and slave to be used by herself on her.
As if reading her mind, the smile on his lips broadened wide to form a grin, "My what?"?It appeared that Penny was bad when it came to choosing words when she should be careful about it, especially when it was Damien whom she was talking to.?There were so man words he often used but Penny wasn't exactly fond of anything in particular. Pet, slave, little mouse, the endearment word 'darling' which he would use to throw her off guard.
"I am waiting," he said looking down at her.
"Penny," she said making him c.o.c.k his head.?Seeing him not say anything she wondered what his reaction was as she avoided any eye contact with him. Receiving no word of response, Penny who had her face turned slightly away from him turned to face him when at the right opportune moment, he planted his lips right on hers.
Just as she raised her hand about to place it on his chest so that she could push him away, Damien caught both her wrists in his hands before holding her small hands in his large one, single-handedly. Damien moved his lips on Penny's and just as he gasped, his tongue sn.a.k.e.d into her warm mouth. He could taste her sweetness on his tongue with every movement of his tongue.
Penny should have expected it but she hadn't really been prepared for Damien to kiss her in an open space like the forest. Her already accelerated heart moved faster in her chest when his free hand curled around her waist to only bring her closer to him...
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