Ayra was laid down over the wet grass filled ground that had contained little drops of water. Her eyelids trembled in fear at his hoarse tone and at the same time, one part of her mind was persistent to smash his head. Still she tried to resist but the immense anger inside her was unknown and inevitable. It was ready to burst out and burn the whole surrounding drastically.
She enhaled long long breaths without turning back and gave one last warning to the chaser that was walking towards her dangerously,
" Go away!"
Jeremy was startled at the vibe of her tone that more likely resounded death warning. But his manly composer wasn't ready to feel defeated against a tiny girl who was smaller than the length of his legs.
Thus he groaned while attempting to lift her up grabbing her neck,
" How did you find us little brat? You have the guts to hear my master's private conversation. Come up and show me your face."
