Chapter 70 Black witches- Part 2

Raising her hand gingerly, she took hold of the glass tube. Not applying much pressure on it as she was scared that it would end up breaking similar to how the last one had shattered in her hands. She was sure she had done nothing and it had broken by itself but how could a glass break by itself?

Her hand was gentle around the glass tube. Damien's eyes shifted from her hand to the potion inside. Zeroing on the liquid, "How does it feel holding the glass? And changes?" he asked her seriously.

Penny who had been used to Damien's eyes and every single facial expression being covered in mischief and sarcasm at times, seeing him like this felt somewhat daunting. His whole persona had changed to a serious one.

Gulping softly, Penny answered, "It feels cold. Cold like the snow," and it was true but then the temperature started to shift like cold water that was being placed under the fire, "It's changing," the liquid that was transparent started to turn its color like an invisible bubble that had suddenly burst to let itself mingle and turn the tube completely green in color.

Seeing Penny's eyebrows furrow with the amount of heat that had begun to gather inside it, he grabbed the tube from her hand, feeling the hot liquid. On a closer look, he saw the glass was going to break but it didn't.

"These are potions are very special, Penny. Don't go touching things that you have no business in," his words were curt and Penny nodded her head in understanding, "This one here is a potion that has been brewed by one of our very special people," his voice shifted to the kind she was used to, the atmosphere feeling lighter which didn't feel like she was suffocating with his overbearing presence. She wondered what that was about.

"From the councilmen?" asked Penny unsurely. Wasn't it the witches who were associated with the making of potions? Damien