Anguish, annoyance and helplessness shook her on the inside and tears rolled out of her eyes. That was her chance. And the child took it away from her.
"Don't cry," Sae'ror said, wiping her tears. "I will save you." The child seemed so worried that his little demon face looked scrunched. Those tiny horns on his head twitched.
With quivering lips, Anastasia stroked his head and then hugged Sae'ror for his efforts and because she felt shaky. She wanted support. "Thank you Sae'ror," she whispered. What else could she do? After a long time when she settled a little, she moved away from him and in a hoarse voice said, "Let's go back. Your mother must be finding us, and if she doesn't see you, she will go berserk."
