He wondered if it was a premonition. Something that he had acquired from his mother where one could see things before it happened. There was something different though which made him search through the streets again before he came back to the shop.

"Did aunt Isabelle have any books with her? Stored some favorites which she must have stacked up when you were young?" Damien asked Alexander who stared back at him in thought. 

"Most of her things have been moved to the West wing as it is not widely used but why?" questioned the Lord, "If you're looking for any of her materials she burnt them all."

Damien shook his head, "No. She burnt only the ones she believed to be accessible to others. If Aunt Isabelle did write some of the books, then she must have placed a charm on it. Something not everyone can read.

"Care to explain more?" 

Damien waited for the mother-daughter duo to walk by them who were visiting the next shop. Seeing them gone, he said, "You remember the secret of the church?"

"In Bonelake? Yes."

"There are some books which have been preserved since the time it was built. Books that speak about vegetables. Even Creed had them in his house."

Lord Alexander parted his mouth as it dawned on where the books came from which had been carried by the couple here, "Does the council know you took them from Creed's house?" 

"Not yet, I hope they don't. I spoke about Creed to Nicholas about it."

"So that was the mystery case."

"You believe it too," Damien chuckled for Alexander to look to his side, his eyes looking far away in a distance. 

"When it involves Nicholas people always die mysteriously. Some of the elders have noticed the pattern for years and are keeping a close eye on him," said Alexander, his lips forming a thin line, "I have spoken about it to Rueben. He must have told him."

"What a love-hate relations.h.i.+p you both have. It makes me cry," Damien laughed when he received a glare from Alexander, "Murkh is still trying to figure out what kind of disease the pureblood vampires are being struck with," he still remembered the time when a body had been brought to the council's lab for the vampire scientist to look at. 

"So what about the books?" asked Alexander, turning back to see if the women and Elliot were done talking to the tailor. 

"The books are not about vegetables. They are the whole history and secret about the white witches and the event that took place back then. Interesting?"

"Very. What was Creed doing with it?" 

"Possibly waiting for something or someone who could read it. Not everyone can read it. Not even white witches."

"But Penelope can," deduced Alexander to see Damien nod, "Why?"

"There are some recent developments that took place. Creed couldn't get to read it therefore he must have only collected it to receive nothing in return. Have you seen my black witch? She goes by the name Bathsheba."

"Might have caught the name. Do you want to track her?" 

"She's a good one. I need her alive," he then added, "With limbs and hands."

Lord Alexander smiled at his cousin's words, "What do you need her for?" 

"I got a reading made for Penny. On her elemental ability and it turned out to be wrong."

"You plan to dismantle her yourself?" Alexander raised one of his eyebrows.

"'Course, not. What do you take me for? I would do more damage but no. I need to get the reading again," Damien ran his hand fingers through his hair, pulling it back and then letting his hair fall back in its place. 

When Penny stepped out of the shop with the others he saw her eyes meet his, her eyes looking at him suspiciously, "Did something happen?" she asked getting closer to him. 

"Nothing at all. Did you buy everything you needed?"

Penny didn't believe it was nothing but seeing Damien who didn't answer her question, she nodded her head. They shopped for other things before going to look at other shops which had jewels, shoes, and clothes for men and women. After an hour pa.s.sed where Lord Alexander said he had to go to work, Damien said to Penny,

"I have someplace to take you," he linked his fingers with his, mes.h.i.+ng them together as he squeezed them. Seeing the other two off, Damien pulled her along with him, catching her hand closer as they walked down the streets. 

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously. 

"You will see," he grinned mischievously before they came in front of a small building where women worked inside it. A guardsman stood at the front and before they could pa.s.s, the man said,

"It is only for ladies, Sir," when a gold coin was presented, the guardsman bowed to say, "I am sorry, Sir. Only ladies are to enter this building." 

Two more gold coins were presented that had the guard smile, "Please," he moved back, letting both of them in. Walking inside, Penny saw what the fuss was all about a male stepping in here. Thankfully, they were the only customers in here. 

"Master Damien..."

"Yes?" asked Damien like he had no clue what she was going to say. Damien could tell that she was speechless looking at the garments and the nightdresses that were designed for women. 

One of the women walked towards them with her high heels, her expression unchanged as if it were not the first time the guard had been bribed by a male. She put a smile on her face and asked, "How could I help you, milady?"

Penny was still trying to wrap her head when she heard Damien speak to the woman,

"I am looking for pale pink nightwear which has full sleeves but more on the sheer which isn't tight on the skin. With low neckline, just up the swell and free flow from the bosom which might touch her ankle and a touch of waves at the bottom so that it doesn't look flat."