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."
