"I am going to report you!" the man continued to yell, gaining the attention of the people who were around them. It seemed that Damien hadn't told the man that he was a councilman who worked in the council and not some pureblooded vampire who was using his force and status. 

Damien snapped his fingers to the guardsmen who were around the corner. Pulling out the black card from his pocket, he had the guardsmen bowing at him right away, 

"Have this man locked up in the town cell today. If he doesn't behave, let me know and I will have him transferred to the council cell room."

"Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am!" the theater owner tried to escape but the guardsmen took him away from there, leaving the front of the theater quiet now. Penny walked towards Damien, looking at the man go and the people giving Damien looks before they scattered away from there. 

"You didn't have to do that," Penny said, her eyes s.h.i.+fting the disappearing figures to look at Damien who looked much calmer than when he was inside the theater who looked like a devil in excitement. 

"I can't oversee things when it comes to you. People who have hurt you will get served twice to what they did to you," he lifted her hand to kiss the back of her hand, "Did you sort it out with the man in there?" he was speaking about Liam.

"Yes."

"That was quick," he hummed looking at her. 

"Sometimes you don't have to speak too much. A few words are enough but thank you," she said. Stepping closer to him, she pecked his lips. She wasn't willing to go in previously but there was that petty satisfaction that she felt in her chest right now. For what they had done like Damien said they had been served. 

"Do you have someone you want to meet here? If there's none, we can head to the tailor who will design the clothes you want."

"How about you? Do you want to meet someone?" Penny was happy that he always put her forth and she wanted to know if there was something he wanted to do or meet someone. 

Damien gave a second of thoughtful look before saying, "No. There aren't many who I like and would like to visit. People tend to get annoying and I feel like skinning them and then having them hung on the tree. Do you know what I mean?" 

"I don't think I do," Penny didn't have many people whom she spoke to. With the lack of contact when it came to speaking with the people in the village, and what happened in the theater, there weren't many who approached her, "Where is this tailor?" she asked him. 

"Not too far away. Are you willing to walk?" he asked.

Penny replied back at him, "I would love too."

They left the theater and the town it belonged to. Walking on the side of the streets as they headed back in the direction they had come from. They spoke about little things, things that were of no importance but it was those things that brought Damien and Penny closer to each other. 

When they walked back and pa.s.sed the church they had visited earlier, Penny noticed how the witch hunter wasn't there anymore. They continued to walk until they reached the clothing shop. Going in, Penny gave out her measurements along with the kind of dress she was looking forward to. Once they were done, Penny and Damien stepped outside to meet a man they had met in one of the gatherings. The man with the gla.s.ses looked young, his blonde hair combed to the side neatly. 

Penny wondered why his name didn't come in her mind. There were so many people she had met while accompanying Damien that it was sometimes hard to keep track. 

The man had a young woman who stood behind him. She wore clothing similar to a lady but it wasn't grand. Her head bowed down while the man spoke, "Mr. Quinn, what a surprise to see you here," the man raised his hand forward but Damien didn't go to take it. 

"Mr. Varreran," Damien greeted the man. The man's eyes fell on Penny and he commented,

"Taking your slave out for a walk? I came out to do it too. The air in the mansion can turn heavy," said Mr. Varreran.

Damien corrected the man, saying, "She isn't a slave. She has been moved to the status of a Lady."

"How wonderful. Apologies for my rude words," the man said looking at Penny who stared back at him. The man looked poised and decent but the eyes behind those gla.s.ses, there was something behind those red eyes that nerved her, "Well, it was good to meet you here. We'll be going now," Mr. Varreran said to both of them. 

When the girl bowed her head, Penny could see the marks on the girls back. The black and blue bruise that peeked out before it disappeared behind her dress. The girl wore full sleeves which made her wonder where else the girl held bruise on her body as the face looked fine. She frowned as they walked by them, "The slave girl..." she trailed who obediently walked behind the man. 

"Most of the slaves have a tough life while some have it easy. It is luck to get picked by the right mistress and master, also luck when it comes to picking the slave," said Damien to her, "Let's go back home now."