"If it isn't too intrusive, how did they pass away?" asked Mrs. Artemis as Penny placed her teacup down on the saucer. It was the third cup and she was already feeling the need to go visit the powder room again.
Unlike her, Damien had refused on the face of telling them how he had already drunk plenty amount of blood in the Delcrov's mansion and how he was full right now due to which his teacup was placed as empty as it was brought out at the table.
"Not at all," Penny gave Mrs. Artemis the sweetest smile to let the woman know she meant no harm at all before it fell down. She looked as if she was back to remembering the memories of her parents when in truth Penny was trying to find the rights words and the disease she could associate with her parent's death, "It was the consumption that took their lives," her expression had mellowed down as she replied to Mrs. Artemis' question.
