The ladies didn't stay long but stepped back inside the mansion leaving the butler and the dead maid who was yet to be moved. Falcon scrunched his eyebrows together at a doubt that rose in his mind. Didn't master Damien go out to the council early in the morning in the carriage? How did he arrive without it? Had his master taken a long walk?
The maid who had been killed had her body sprawled on the ground. Lifeless with blood that had come to settle around her face, drenching the side of her face which touched the ground.
Back inside in the mansion, in the quiet room which belonged to Damien, Penny stood with her hands that wrapped around her body. She looked at him as he walked to the bathroom. Pulling up the plug of cold water before plugging it back where he turned the faucet of the tap to allow the hot water to start filling up the bathtub.
