Death of Ms. Easton- Part 3

"Where are you going?" he questioned her, his forehead marred with worry.

The cries of the black witches were mournfull which none of them could bear and their faces flinched at the noise that started to echo around the village. 

"There's a body that needs to be burnt," she said staring into his eyes. 

Leonard stared back into her eyes, looking at her determinedly, "Whose is it?" he asked. Most of them here were the turned black witches, therefore, he didn't know who was this special person whom Vivian had saved.

"Rory," her voice was barely audible with the shrill voices of the black witches but Leo heard it well. 

The name bought a sudden sourness on Leo's face, which turned angery, "He is here?"