Chapter 97
Louisa's POV
"Am I dying, Vincent?" I whispered in a pool of my own blood.
"No, young lady. You're too young and innocent to have a dangerous thought like that." Vincent bent over and lifted me in his arms.
He looked so gentle and kind.
I tilted my head and saw Will. He was crying so hard that he couldn't even catch his breath.
I tried to lift my arm towards him, but I couldn't feel my arm anymore.
"Don't... cry... Will..." I whispered.
Will crawled to me and sat next to me like a little puppy.
"I'm so sorry, Lisa! I didn't mean to stab you! I was aiming at him! I was trying to save you!" He wept and lowered his head.
"It's not your fault, Will... I chose to do this... You didn't kill me..." I said.
I felt a wave of warm liquid of bitt
