"Kidnap her? My ass!" Lazarus snapped. "You let her live in that rotten place!"
His voice shook with anger. "Instead of kidnapping her, I saved her," he continued. "I saved her from you fake, cruel people who pretend to be holy!"
Lazarus turned away from the front door and rushed toward the back door in the kitchen. But just as he had expected, the holy soldiers were already waiting for him there.
It could be said that they had completely surrounded his house, leaving him with no choice but to surrender. But even when he was cornered like a little mouse, Lazarus still held the little girl tightly in his arms.
"I won't let them take you back to that rotten place," he whispered into her ear. "I promise. I promise."
Even though it was faint, Primrose could hear that his voice was trembling slightly. At that moment, she knew that he was also afraid, yet he was still trying his best to look brave in front of her.
Why would he do this?
