Grace out of anger, turned Penny's arm further to another side where the furrow between the slave's forehead increased. Damien noticing this, looked at his butler; who was quietly standing, raised the rolled paper and handed it to him, "Take this to Lord Nicholas' mansion," the butler bowed his head, not spending another minute as an order had been given to him, he walked towards the main doors and away from them.
"Let go of her sister."
Grace tilted her head in curiosity, "Why? She doesn't even know who the mistress is. She even shows the courage to deflect me."
"Then she's done well," said Damien, "now let her go or things will only turn messy if that is what you want."
"What are you going to do? Rip out my doll's heads and burn them in front of me? I am not a little girl anymore," asked Grace who had not let go of Penny's arm while she stood behind the slave.
