By the time Damien knew about his ability, his aunt had already pa.s.sed away but his mother wasn''t happy with the family. With what his uncle had married into, a white witch who had caused enough problems to the pureblooded vampires by tapping into the forbidden magic.


    It wasn''t known by many on who had caused the binding of the ck magic in Wovile but the ones who even had helped the other creatures by standing against the ck witches weren''t well received. The witches were burnt, either way, be it good or bad.


    "I came to visit Alex when everyone was asleep or when I went sauntering out of the mansion but it wasn''t for too many hours. My mother could turn paranoid when we stayed out for too many hours," he said calmly with no emotion in his voice right now.


    "I think it is wonderful that you have someone like Lord Alexander to share your thoughts with if you ever need to," Penny squeezed his hand. Neither of them had ever hid things between them, opening up about their lives as the time when by little and little.


    Lady Isabelle was a woman Penny hade to admire and it was a shame that Damien''s mother had failed to see it. Maybe, maybe if the woman had let Lady Isabelle into her life, then maybe they would have found a cure for her irrecoverable illness.


    After three more hours pa.s.sed, the boy had finished writing and making two more copies for them to take.


    "Keep this one here. It might turn to be useful," said Damien letting one of the copies they had first written to reside in this book room. Giving him and the bookkeeper gold coins, they made their way out to look at the clouds that had turned dark. Resembling close to the clouds of Bonke.


    They went back to the magistrate''s office to see the man have fallen asleep at the desk with Elliot who was ying cards by himself as he switched back and forth between two sets that was ced on the table.


    Sensing their presence, Elliot turned, cing the cards on the table, "Wee back."


    "What happened to him?" Penny asked worriedly.


    Elliot waved his hand as if it was nothing, "He just fell asleep after crying," he pointed the empty .s.s at the table, "I see you got the books made," he eyed Penny''s hands.


    "Did anyone visit him?"


    "None at all. I think the ck witch who had been watching us tipped some of her sisters and brothers," when Elliot spoke Penny closed her eyes at the error of why she hadn''t noticed it clearly before.


    "Oh no..." Penny murmured under her breath, "I don''t think it was the witch who was at the roof. Do you remember the man who was here when we arrived?"


    "Are you telling he is a ck witch?" Damien asked. Both he and Elliot had failed to notice it, and even Penny who been studying about the ck had noted it.


    She didn''t know why she hadn''t realized it before, "It was his hands, they were ck and dark. Almost rotten."


    "How strange," Elliotmented, "I remember his hands being extra clean."


    "Maybe I was the only one who could see it?" she was the only white witch while Damien and Elliot were vampires who must have not been able to identify it.


    Damien then said, "It must be the potion you and Alexander were making," that was right, "A white witch cannot identify a ck witch. Only a ck witch can spot another ck witch," Penny was happy but at the same time, her shoulders drooped that she might be in the process of turning to a ck witch, "Don''t look so glum. You haven''t turned to a ck witch yet, mouse."


    She could do nothing but sigh, "I thought only after aplete transformation one could be called a ck witch," at least that is what she had thought it was.


    "Maybe your internal body const.i.tution is different which is either speeding the process or trying to bnce both the white and ck blood in you. I don''t think it is speeding the process else I would have seen your skin change. Unfortunately, we don''t have Murkh with us and even we go now he''s upied with other cases. Once we go back to the Delcorv''s mansion, we will have Alexander check your blood," Damien patted her head, "Your eyes are fine," he a.s.sured her.


    Damien went to the desk, pulling the drawers again on both sides to pull out the papers which the man was signing when they had arrived here.


    "What is in there?" asked Elliot, craning his neck to see what was written in there.


    "I don''t think the magistrate knew that he was a ck witch. The witch hade to check on him, to make sure everything was going ording to the n that he hadn''t told the council anything about the spitgra.s.s. Theponent that is in here is the remaining andst one in all the fournds. The council had got it burnt but the witches continued to save it," putting the papers down, Damien sighed.


    Penny looked at the man when she heard him mumbling something under his breath in his half-conscious state, "What if they aren''t going to wait until tomorrow?" she asked them, "What if they are going toe tonight," after all it was just a small package of the dried leaves and seeds in it which would take less than two minutes for them toe here and take it from the man.


    "I don''t think we need to wait for that long," Damien said, his ears picking something in the wind and so did Elliot who turned to look at the door and then the window.


    Penny who didn''t have a keen hearing like vampires looked at them. Walking towards the uncleaned window to see something swoop right across the window and saw people starting to run with screams.


    The ck witches were here.