Did breaking one bottle on her head, had loosened the screws in her head? Her brows furrowed then at the thought of what the other black witch they had come across earlier had told when Sister Jera had asked if she knew another white witch. 

Apart from Penelope and Jera, the rest of the white witches who had come from the church had been killed with their heads torn apart. She had told them that there was one other white witch who she wasn't able to point out. She finally understood how the woman knew about her presence in Valeria and with the Artemis. It was Helen who had told her. 

"Are you surprised, Penelope?" asked Helen, and Penny wondered if she was supposed to shake her head right now. 

"Just a little disappointed," Penny replied back to see the girl laugh it off as if she were enjoying catching Penny off guard. 

Helen pulled out the knife and ran it at the back of her hand, "You shouldn't be this surprised. I thought you had sure caught up to me."

Penny looked at the girl who was shedding her nature in front of her now which she had failed to see before during her time in Valeria. They had met more than once and not once had she come off to be someone who was involved in the ma.s.sacre. 

"I was sure that you would die in the house but I didn't expect you to survive. The only person I wanted to survive was Damien and was hoping Mr. and Mrs. Artemis would finish you people off so that I could have the man all for myself but who knew you would be there. And who knew you were a white witch all along. Here, I thought you were a f.u.c.king human but then I am like-" the girl made a face as if she were in shock before her expression turned back to normal. 

"Still fixated on another woman's man I see," Penny commented hitting a nerve that had Helen give her a glare, "Don't feel bad but...you are the definition of shamelessness."

Another black witcher who was standing on the right chuckled. Penny remembered the man who had questioned yesterday if she was the one who had broken the bottle on his head. Helen turned her head, raising her hand to whisper something in the air and the witcher's lips suddenly started to seal in a way as if the mouth was non-existent on his face. 

Penny gulped softly not knowing what exactly Helen was. If she were a black witch or a white witch but that wasn't too difficult. All Penny had to do was remember her reading the book of spells that consisted of the white, black, and forbidden magic in it. 

She was a white witch. The spell she just made of the mouth sealing, it was forbidden magic that she was tapping into. 

"Keep your mouth closed else I will not uplift the curse," Helen told the black witch. 

"How did you turn to a witch? I thought you were a human," Penny stated to have the woman turn to look back at Penelope.

Helen gave out a sarcastic smile, "I was always a witch. It is just that no one ever noticed it."

"But your parents are humans," Penny had met her parents after she had broken the bottle on her head. Her parents had made an uproar which was later calmed down by the Lord of Valeria. Though Penny had been taken to another room, before leaving the hallways, she had seen Helen's mother who was an elderly woman. 

"Oh, that," Helene played with the knife in her hands, "They aren't my real parents. You see I was an orphan who was adopted by the Artemis. Do you think the Artemis was doing social service?"

"Never thought they did," Penny whispered under her breath as little things started to make sense. The white witch couple who were now dead, they didn't give away the children just to sacrifice them to the witches, but they also brought in witches to give away to human families, that way it was easier to blend in without making things too obvious to the society. 

"I just happened to be one of the fortunate witches who didn't get burned down by the vampires, humans or the council that you so follow," Helen said and then made a face as if she were thinking about something, "You know, I was only being a mere spectator who was collecting information and I wouldn't have got in here if it weren't for you."

Penny nodded her head, "You are really pitiful. The man rejects you, yet you follow him like a little b.i.t.c.h of a black witch. I think it would be fit to tell that you came here for me and Damien?"

Helen wasn't liking the way the girl kept prompting on how she was here after being rejected, 

"For your kind information, Damien showed me enough interest when you weren't in the picture. It's not like he will ever suspect that I ever did anything once you are in the picture, I will be the poor girl who saw people die and was left alone in the ma.s.s of death. Isn't that a good story?"

"I might not know some things and frankly I don't care what comes from that mouth of yours because those are delusional words which your consciousness already knows is delusional just like yourself to think that the man will love you for such a sad story," Penny pulled out the gun similar to the way Helen had pulled out her knife, "Have you ever met the real Damien Quinn?" she questioned Helen.

This had the younger witch laughing with her head thrown back in mirth as if Penny had just cracked a joke which she couldn't stop. 

"Do you hear what you are saying? I know Damien for a longer duration of time, isn't that obvious that I know how he thinks, speaks, or does?" Helen raised her thin eyebrows and it was now that Penny noticed how extremely thin the other girl's eyebrows were.