"You are going to die. You want me to be happy about it?" she questioned wondering why Damien was not worried about his own life. Was this how every pureblooded vampires lived? Not caring about when they died because they were satisfied over the years they lived on.
"What does it matter to you?" Penny heard Damien say. His head had tilted while looking at her keenly. What did he mean by matter to her? With the choice of his words, she felt a prick in her heart. The feeling turning heavy and her breath switching to a shallower one.
"You will be gone."
"Yes."
Penny didn't know how to react to it. Damien would not be there? After a few seconds passed she heard Damien who started to chuckle as if unable to hold it in his head fell back to laugh loudly, "Oh dear mouse of mine. Aren't you just adorable? Tell me you are going to miss me and who knows. By the love you hold for me in your heart, God might take some pity and grant me more time," she stared hard at him.
