บท 138: All Your Fault

Sanguis carried Ophelia away from the clearing, despite her trembling lips and tiny pout. His powerful strides covered the group with supernatural speed, the sun glaring down at them with squelching heat. She curled in his arms, fearful of both him and the towering men staring at her as if she were prey. But in his protective grip, many averted their gaze. She tried to peer over his shoulders, searching for her grandfather.

"Where is Grandpa?" Ophelia shakingly asked, struggling in his vice to scramble to safety, but he simply tightened his embrace. 

"Worry about yourself first, child." Sanguis's voice was laced with irritation. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with a spoilt child like herself. "How could I have not detected you earlier?"

"What?"