Chapter 40

  Louisa's POV

  I didn't know why Mr. Weasel didn't like Darren.

  I didn't see any bad aura around Darren.

  He was always sad. That was true.

  I washed and chopped the vegetables while telling myself in my mind.

  I couldn't get rid of the horrible image of a flying vampire with a pair of mad eyes in the dark forest. Long black hair and razor-like long nails.

  What possibly is a vampire looking for in the middle of the day in the woods? I thought to myself.

  "Lisa, what do you want me to do with the meat?"

  I was pulled back to reality by Darren's voice.

  Mr. Weasel was snorting heavily around my neck. I guessed it was because of the side effect of anesthesia.

  I answered, "I've made some cumin sauce, and let's soak all the ingredients inside."

  Darren nodded.

  He looked at Mr. Weasel, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to put him down?"