Chapter 220
"You are going to die . You want me to be happy about it?" she questioned wondering why Damien was not worried about his own life . Was this how every pureblooded vampires lived? Not caring about when they died because they were satisfied over the years they lived on .
"What does it matter to you?" Penny heard Damien say . His head had tilted while looking at her keenly . What did he mean by matter to her? With the choice of his words, she felt a prick in her heart . The feeling turning heavy and her breath switching to a shallower one .
"You will be gone . "
"Yes . "
Penny didn't know how to react to it . Damien would not be there? After a few seconds passed she heard Damien who started to chuckle as if unable to hold it in his head fell back to laugh loudly, "Oh dear mouse of mine . Aren't you just adorable? Tell me you are going to miss me and who knows . By the love you hold for me in your heart, God might take some pity and grant me more time," she stared hard at him .
Her eyes narrowing at him before she picked up the nearest object which was at the table and to her grasp which was a book he had started to read recently . Taking it in her hand, she used it to hit him angrily but Damien used his hand to shield her soft hits that hardly affected him . Penny went on to hit him with it before realizing it was doing nothing to him . For a pureblooded vampire like him, her hits hardly affected him .
"Taking out bottled anger is a healthy way of living," placing the book back on the table, she turned away from him to walk towards the bed . He had been teasing her . She heard him say, "People who don't often put out their anger then and there, there are tendencies where they keep it in . Collecting and placing it in their hearts thinking that's the right thing to do but it is the same people who after a certain point turn violent .
I know you are angry," he poked her .
"I am not going to kill you, master Damien," Penny stated, taking a seat on the cushioned, soft bed that dipped down along with her .
A grin came to form on his lips, "How oddly specific . Who knew that, that you were plotting my death," she rolled her eyes with her head that faced looking at the ground . She was angry but she wondered if there was any point of being angry right now?
"Is there any other witch whom I can take guidance from if not Bathsheba?" asked Penny . She didn't know why but somehow she felt that Damien hadn't actually been joking . There was a possibility of him having his heart corrupted . He had told her it didn't affect him as expected but what if there was something worse than what was to be expected? There were so many questions yet hardly few that could be answered .
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