Chapter 260

　　Louisa's POV 　　Vincent looked at me and didn't say anything. The look on his face was almost lamenting. 　　"Vincent, where is Darren?" I frowned and asked. 　　"He's inside," Vincent said. "But he's in a very bad condition. Miss Louisa, I have to brief you before letting you see him. You have to be prepared. The werewolves at the slave market tortured and humiliated him. His skin was badly burnt. His face was deformed. His head had concussions. He is completely shut down right now. He refuses to communicate with anyone and it seems that he has developed a certain mechanism to protect himself." 　　Vincent took a pause and said, "It seems that he has lost his memory, Louisa. I doubt he will recognize you." 　　"No... No!!!" I felt like I was struck by a bat or something. My vision was black and I fell to the ground. 　　Vincent caught me and held me in his arms. 　　The world was spinning in front of me. Something bitter was stuck in my throat. I curled up and coughed violently, then I saw blood