"You gave her the family heirloom. Already making your moves?" Damien smiled at Alexander's words.

"I have for a very long time," answered Damien, a crooked smile forming on his lips when Alexander raised his eyebrows.

"I thought for sure you would be collaring her. Especially with the way you dragged her out of the room." 

"You noticed?" Damien tilted his head. 

"I am sure a whole lot of people noticed it. Along with you calling her beautiful and the other slaves to be ugly," said Alexander sipping the wine from his wine which led to the smile on Damien's lips to only widen, "I have a cottage rented not too far from the next town. Have an errand to run too. Will you be getting her tested there?" Damien thought about it. 

"No."

Alexander looked down at his gla.s.s, the liquid which was a color fo rich red, "Why not? What will you do if she turns out to someone or something that doesn't follow the normal standards of society?" 

"When was the last time any of us tried to follow the rules and moral codes that have been set up to be followed? We all bend and break them."

Once they were done talking, Damien got the carriage ready by Falcon while getting the bottles of the potions that he had placed in his room. The same box from which Penny had taken out the tube for it to only break and fall on the ground. Penny stood outside the carriage, where Falcon helped in placing the box in. 

With the rain still pouring down and if it weren't for the outstretched roof from the mansion, they would have got drenched too who had no protection from the rain. The coachman held the door for his master but when it came to Penny, the man had let go of the door leaving it to Penny on how she got inside the carriage. She was, after all, a slave, a human who was lower than the coachman himself, there was no need for her to be given any special treatment. 

When Penny went to push the door, her hand didn't reach it as Damien placed his hand on the door, preventing it from closing itself. Getting inside, she sat in the carriage. Feeling the awkwardness starting to lurk and creep in the s.p.a.ce they sat in. For her master to hold the door for her, she wondered if the clouds were going to rain frogs. But the words in her mind was only trying to suffice the thought that had surfaced in her mind. 

She was curious about a lot of things, one of the things on what Lord Alexander had spoken while looking at her. But instead of asking that, she asked him, "Are we going to the council?" Last time when he found her with the bottle broken, he had told her about this box being a possession of the council which was going to be sent to the laboratory to test which was located in the council.

"Good to see that you listen to my words carefully unlike some really dumb creatures of yours and my own who conveniently ignore the important details. Though it doesn't happen often, I do not appreciate it when a person is not listening with full attention. Apart from your freedom what else do you want?" asked Damien, somewhere Penny questioned if he was purposefully switching the topic from one to another. But now that he had asked her so openly, Penny wondered what to ask. 

After a good amount of thinking, she asked, "Can I have my own room? I wouldn't mind one in the servants quarters." 

"Okay maybe I will gift you something myself," he smiled, ignoring her request right on her face which had her eyes narrowing down at him. Damien had his hand placed at the edge which had a platform built next to the window. His chin resting on the edge of his palm, "Why do you want to change rooms?" his eyes observed the way her eyes darted at the empty seat next to him. It was possible that as he guessed she had a faint idea on the question that she had asked in the attic. She was feeling aware of his presence which only made him look that scarier as he smiled further. 

Penny had no issues until now of sharing the room with him. Even if she did she hadn't voiced out her opinions on it but with the current change in their dynamics, she found it rather odd to share a room with Damien.

All this time they had shared the status of master and a slave who was bought from the black market. A person who was opposite to the status of a pureblooded vampire-like Damien Quinn. For someone like him to give an heirloom especially not any heirloom but something that belonged to his deceased mother. 

Penny wasn't slow by nature and if she was right now, it was because of the person sitting in front of her who was behaving oddly with her. He was an odd one, to begin with, but right now their whole situation seemed different from what it was. 

Why did she want to get another room? What reason was she going to come up with? asked Penny to herself. 

With the smile that had come down, Damien asked, "Is the bed uncomfortable?" 

"It is comfortable."

"Is it the room that it is too cold?" 

"It is warm enough," Penny gulped at his questions. How was she supposed to say it was him, he had only once held her in his sleep early that morning after which she had been alert and carefully. 

"Then what is the problem, little mouse? Too s.p.a.cious for a little mouse like yourself?

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