Chapter 92

　　Louisa's POV 　　Mrs. Flynn was lying on the bed in front of the furnace. 　　It looked like she was asleep. 　　Will rubbed his nose and took out two gold coins from his pocket, putting them on top of her closed eyes. 　　"Rest in peace, Mrs. Flynn," he whispered. 　　"What happened to her?" I wept and asked him. 　　Will replied, "I don't know... She was talking to me about the sunflowers in her garden... And then she suddenly stopped talking..." 　　His eyes were gleaming with tremendous fear and sorrow. 　　He was too young and innocent to witness a life passing away in front of him. 　　The weight of death still felt a lifetime too heavy, even for a vampire boy. 　　"I'm so sorry, Lisa..." he murmured. 　　I held Will in my arms and wept. 　　The sound of steps appeared behind me, followed by a nightmarish voice. 　　"What the fuck is going on here? Who's that little brat you're holding in your arms? And fuck. Before you answer any of these questions, I need you to give me that fucking ring in your hand